The Golden Quest
The pressure on Leo’s left hand was warm, like a cup of tea held too long against the palm, and he did not pull away. He sat on the edge of Julian’s bed in the cramped apartment on 4th Street, watching the other boy’s chest rise and fall with the shallow, rattling effort that had become their daily reality. It was November in 1998, the kind of cold that seeped through the single-pane windows...
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