The Golden Quest
The seal on the envelope was the color of dried blood, and it had already begun to crack under the weight of Thomas’s thumb. He sat in the kitchen of the house that was no longer his, surrounded by the quiet, suffocating dust of a life that had been stripped away by foreclosure and debt, holding a piece of paper that promised him a fate he had spent thirty years running from. Outside, the rain...
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