The Golden Quest
The fog arrived before dawn, thick as wool and just as useless, swallowing the harbour wall stone by stone until the sea beyond ceased to exist entirely. Arthur Pemberton stood on it anyway, hands buried in the pockets of a coat his father had worn twenty years ago, watching nothing and remembering everything. He had come to this Yorkshire coast because the letter had said the answer was...
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