The Golden Quest
The bus groaned into the depot, a metallic sigh that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Dale’s bones. He stepped off, his boots heavy on the cracked asphalt, the rain still misting the air of the small, rust-belt town of Oakhaven. It was a place where the sky hung low and gray, pressing down on the rows of identical, decaying houses that lined the main street like teeth in a rotting jaw. Dale...
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