The Golden Quest
Act I "You are stealing his breath, Voula." The voice came from the doorway, low and final, belonging to her aunt Yannis, who stood framed by the swollen humidity of the off-season. Voula did not look up from the floorboards. She was on her knees, the broom handle slick in her palms, sweeping the fine, golden dust that had settled around the base of the old man’s bed. It was a Tuesday, and the...
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