The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The golden paste smelled of burnt sugar and iron. Anca Beridze, twelve years old and stained to the wrist with the cloying amber sludge, stood in the boiler room of the Tbilisi factory, her hands trembling not from cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of the wrench in her grip. The foreman, Vazha, had locked the supply room, his voice echoing down the corridor like a slide rule tapping a...

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