The Golden Farce
Chapter One Joana Carvalho’s boots slipped on the wet stone of the Alfama steps, the leather slick with a drizzle that had outlasted every coat in the district. She clutched the leather satchel against her chest, her fingers digging into the canvas until the knuckles turned white, the sealed diplomatic pouch inside feeling less like paper and more like a stone she was carrying up the hill. The...
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