The Golden Quest
Elias, the man said, his voice cracking like a dry branch underfoot, you need to come in. The words hung in the air of the cramped apartment, heavy and wet, as Elias lay frozen in the sheets. He had been dreaming of Clara again, not as she had been in the hospital, pale and thin, but as she had been on their wedding day, wearing the gold necklace that had belonged to her grandmother. In the...
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