The Golden Quest
The banquet hall was empty of guests but full of ghosts, the long tables set with silver that had tarnished in the damp air of the house. You stood before the head of the table, the place where David used to sit, and the wood beneath your feet felt spongy, wrong. It was the first of three days, and the bank’s final notice lay in your coat pocket like a stone, heavy and cold. You wanted the...
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