The Golden Quest
My boots scraped the gravel, kicking up dust that tasted of iron and old ash. I was forty-two, a border patrol officer in a nameless coastal city, and I had three days left before my pension was secured. I needed to find the missing cartographer, Selam, before the paperwork was finalized. The uncanny element was the Golden Path, a shimmering, impossible road that appears only to those who are...
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