The Golden Quest
The rain hit the roof of the station platform with a rhythm that sounded like applause for a show no one else was watching. You stood there, collar up, shivering not from the cold but from the static in your head. The phone in your pocket buzzed. You let it vibrate until it stopped. You knew who it was. You always did. "Are you there, Sam?" The voice on the other end was thin, stretched out by...
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