The Golden Quest
Danilo Tan’s hands were shaking so badly that the quill slipped twice before it caught the parchment, the ink spreading in a wet, dark star that bled into the fiber like a bruise forming under skin. He was thirty-four years old, and in the Year of the Iron Moon, the weight of the Codex of Silence lay on his desk not as paper, but as the only thing standing between his wife, Maria, and the labor...
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