The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The chisel bit into the oak, shaving off a curl of wood that smelled of damp cellar and old varnish. Arthur Vane did not look up. His hand trembled, a fine, rapid vibration that traveled from the knuckles to the elbow, a symptom of the arrhythmia that had been eating him alive for three years. He was forty years old, a man whose face had begun to map the topography of his own decline, the skin...

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