The Golden Quest
Chapter One Jerzy Jankowski’s fingers were already deep in the hem of the wool coat when the first thread snapped, a bright red filament that whipped across the dust-choked air of the workshop above the house, landing with a soft, wet sound on the linoleum floor below. He was thirty-four, a clerk by trade and a seamstress by necessity, paid by the piece in a Mazurian settlement where the...
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