The Golden Quest
Chapter One Sadia Siddiqui was thirty-four years old and her hands smelled of damp paper and mildew. She sat in the basement of the municipal archive, a room that smelled of rotting wood and old rain, and she looked at the ledger in front of her. The pages were swollen with moisture. The ink bled into the fibers, turning the numbers into brown smudges. She needed to find a specific entry. Her...
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