The Golden Quest
The ink was still wet on the deed when the name *Penhaligon* hissed from the ledger’s spine, a sound like dry leaves skittering across a flagstone floor. I held the document against my chest, the paper rough and cold, while the grand hall of my ancestral home stretched out before me, a cavern of dust and fading light. The bank had refused the loan, citing a "structural anomaly" in the title...
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