The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The feast was a lie told by the belly. It sat in the center of the table, a mountain of roasted turkey, its skin glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights of the break room. The air smelled of smoke and old sweat. It smelled of the damp wool coats hanging by the door. It smelled of the cheap coffee that tasted like burnt paper. Elias sat at the end of the table. He was a large man. His...

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