The Golden Quest
"You are dismissed, Sergeant. The decree is absolute; the gold is our honor, not your burden." The voice of Captain Orsini hung in the damp air of the chart room, heavy with the smell of ozone and old paper. Marco Bellini stood by the porthole, his left hand resting on the steel railing, the knuckles swollen and discolored, the skin turning a brittle, lustrous yellow that caught the weak...
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