The Golden Quest
Chapter One The air in the observation blister tasted of iodine and stale ozone, a dry, metallic chill that settled in the lungs like dust. Lester Aldridge sat on the edge of the cot, his left hand trembling against his thigh, the vibration subtle but persistent, a fault line in the concrete of his body. He was thirty-four years old, an ice-haul engineer from the East End, and he had come here...
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