The Golden Quest
The hum started in my teeth before I opened my eyes. It was a low, grinding vibration, like a diesel engine idling in the next room, but there was no engine here, only the thin wood of the cabin and the frozen river outside. I rolled over, and the springs of the bed creaked, a sharp sound that seemed to snap the air in two. My name is Elias, and I was forty-five years old, and I was awake. The...
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