The Golden Quest
Chapter One Antonio Duarte pressed his thumb against the splintered wood of the doorframe, feeling the grain give way under the pressure of his nail. The air in the corridor was stale, smelling of damp wool and the faint, metallic tang of old blood that seemed to seep from the walls themselves. He was searching for the ledger. His brother, Miguel, had vanished three days ago, leaving behind...
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