The Golden Quest
I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth. It was a sharp, metallic tang that lingered on my tongue like a bad penny. I sat up in the dark. My hands were shaking. I looked at them. They were small hands. They were my father’s hands. Or so it felt. The dream had left a residue. A heavy, gray film. I knew what I had to do. I knew the time. The clock on the nightstand read 4:00 AM. The town of...
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