The Golden Quest
Gérard Zeringue stood at the counter of the municipal archive, his hand resting on the cold wood, waiting for a paper that would keep his heart beating. He was fifty-eight, a retired captain, and the doctor had given him three months if he did not lower his blood pressure. The pension was his lifeline, the only thing standing between him and the debt that had swallowed his savings. The room...
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