The Golden Quest
Chapter One The September frost had arrived early, turning the gravel of the Warsaw suburbs into a hard, grey crust that cracked under the weight of the delivery trucks. The city smelled of wet wool and the distant, chemical tang of the hospital laundry, where the steam rose in white plumes that the cold air snapped into thin, straight lines. In the basement archive of the municipal records...
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