The Golden Quest
Chapter One Did Andres Molina remember the weight of the gold, or did he only remember the silence that followed the whistle? He stood at the threshold of the wire room, the factory whistle key cold in his pocket, the brass of the Umbervale binding-ring catching the dull light from the window. The second rain had finished the first, a physical fact that made the pavement slick and the air taste...
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