The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The ink was still wet on the deed when the hum started. It began in my molars, a low, grinding vibration that tasted of copper and old pennies. I looked up from the paper, my hand trembling not from the cold but from the sudden, sickening realization that the line I had just drawn did not match the map in front of me. The light in the office was thin, yellowed by the late afternoon sun...

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