The Golden Quest
The rain fell in sheets, gray and relentless, blurring the neon signs of the city into streaks of bleeding color. I dreamed of gold. It was not the yellow of coins or crowns, but a molten, liquid light that seeped into the cracks of the pavement, pooling in the gutters, humming with a low, electric frequency. I reached for it, my fingers trembling, but the substance slipped through my skin,...
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