The Golden Quest
The coin weighed eleven grams, a heavy, warm disc of yellow metal that my father had pressed into my palm before he walked out the door. I counted the days since his departure on the notches I carved into the windowsill, twelve deep grooves that held the dust of our neglect. The house was losing its heat, a slow exhalation of warmth that seemed to leak out through the gaps in the floorboards,...
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