The Golden Quest
Chapter One The town of Ballyvourney woke not to the sun, but to the rhythmic, grinding protest of the mine’s ventilation fans, a mechanical heartbeat that thumped through the slabs of the harbor wall and settled into the marrow of every bone in the district. It was a sound that did not ask for permission, a low, constant thrum that had been the town’s lullaby for forty years, a reminder that...
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