The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The wrench bit into the rusted gear, and your hands shook. You were forty-two, and your fingers were stiff with the cold that lived inside the bell tower. Outside, the fog of Oakhaven pressed against the windowpanes, a thick, gray wool that muffled the world. You had three days until the winter solstice, and the Great Bell was dead. The town council had given you a deadline, not out of...

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