The Golden Quest
"I don’t think you understand the gravity of what’s being asked of you, Elias." Arthur’s voice was thin, stretched over the phone line, but it carried the weight of a gavel. I was sitting in the attic, the only room in the house where the light didn’t feel like a lie. The sun was low, cutting a sharp, dusty rectangle across the floorboards, illuminating the dust motes that danced in the...
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