The Golden Quest
The name Suzanne Caron appeared in red ink on the eviction notice, a fact as hard and cold as the iron gate that had been her family’s ruin for three generations. I had not slept since the dream, that recurring, rotting vision of the Whispers Gate standing in the yard, its stones sweating black water while the dead hummed a tune no one remembered. My brother, Luc, lay in the next room, his...
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