The Golden Quest
Chapter One Pierre Lambert knew the grey of the highlands better than his own face. He was thirty-two, a junior clerk with a debt older than his career, and he carried a rope, a tin of sardines, and a fear that sat heavy in his chest. The grey started in October and stayed, a physical fact that pressed against his lungs. He was not there for the view. He was there for the key. His father lay in...
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