The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the corrugated iron roof of the mill, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that sounded like the heartbeat of a dying animal. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool, stale sweat, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. I sat on the edge of my cot, my fingers tangled in the coarse fabric of my dress, watching the light filter...

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