The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The deed was a thick, brittle thing, its edges soft as wet paper from the humidity of the cellar, and I held it against my chest like a shield against the cold that seeped through the floorboards of the manor house, a cold that had nothing to do with the temperature outside and everything to do with the fact that I was forty-two years old and had lost the war against the silence. The Whisper...

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