The Golden Quest
October 14, 2024 The sound was not a crack, but a wet, heavy tear, like a rope snapping under a weight it was never meant to hold. I was on my hands and knees in the basement of the Historical Society, running my fingers over the dust on the pedestal of the statue, when my left leg gave way. The pain was a white, blinding light that erased the smell of mildew and the hum of the ventilation...
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