The Golden Quest
Act I Wen Wang sat in the plastic chair of the hospital waiting room, the fluorescent light humming a low, electric note that drilled into his teeth. He was the mall Santa with the real beard, a job that had kept his pension fund from being raided until the audit came, and now he sat here while the doctors argued over a number on a screen. The air was still, the kind of heavy, pre-storm silence...
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