The Golden Quest
The net is too heavy for your hands, Marguerite." Old Jean did not look up from the twine he was knotting, his fingers stained with the grey dust of the riverbed. Marguerite stood in the doorway of the cellar, the cold air biting at her ankles. She was twelve, and her arms ached from the morning’s haul of kelp. She wanted the fish. Everyone in the parish knew the legend of the golden scale, a...
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