The Golden Quest
The wall broke at four in the morning, a sound like a bone snapping under a heavy boot, and I was awake before the dust had even settled. I had been lying in the bed that Margaret had slept in for thirty years, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the creditors’ knock that was due by noon. The old boundary stone, the one that marked the eastern edge of the Holloway farm, had given way, and with...
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