The Golden Quest
March 14, 2024 The moss has reached the ankle of my chair again, a wet, cold creeping thing that smells of old rain and broken promises. I am Elias Thorne, fifty-two years old, and I have served this district for thirty years, but my heart is a traitor now, stuttering in a rhythm that no longer matches the steady beat of the town clock. I need my pension secured before the board reviews my file...
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