The Golden Cellar
Can you hold the line when the stone gives way? Chapter One Zoe Alexiou stood in the center of the courtyard, her feet planted on the uneven flagstones. The sun was a physical weight, pressing down on the back of her neck. Across from her, Nikos raised his guard. He was younger, faster, but he lacked the discipline of the stone. Zoe wore the golden belt. It was a heavy thing, a strip of metal...
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