The Golden Master
Chapter One Ali Karimi drove the pick through the rotting joist. The wood splintered with a wet, final crack. He pulled the tool free, shaking off the dust, and looked down at the floorboards. They were loose. Beneath them lay the ledger, bound in leather that had gone stiff as a bone. His hands trembled, not from the cold, but from the hunger that had hollowed his ribs for three weeks. Elif...
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