The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The town of Killybegs woke to the fog, a thick, wet wall that erased the harbor and the boats and the distant mountains, leaving only the smell of brine and rotting kelp hanging in the air like a shroud. I, Eoin Nolan, stood at the window of the patrol shed, watching the water lap against the rocks, knowing that my pension, the only thing keeping me from the poverty that had swallowed my...

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