The Golden Quest
The soup was too hot. I could feel the heat radiating through the ceramic, a dull, persistent ache that matched the throb in my left temple. We sat across from each other at the small, scarred table in the back of the diner, the kind of establishment that existed in the liminal spaces of suburban decay, where the fluorescent lights buzzed with a frequency that seemed to vibrate in the bones....
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