The Golden Quest
The coal chaff had settled into a gray sludge against the sides of the wagon, a wet, suffocating weight that smelled of damp earth and old smoke. I sat in the back, my knees drawn up to my chest, watching the tail lights of the mule team flicker like dying embers in the twilight. The air in the valley was thick, heavy with the scent of burning leaves and the metallic tang of the approaching...
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