The Golden Quest
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the city into a smear of wet asphalt and broken neon, and as I stood on the platform of the 42nd Street station, watching the last of my luggage disappear into the back of the taxi that would take me away from everything I had ever known, I felt a strange, hollow lightness in my chest, as if the very air I breathed...
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