The Golden Quest
Chapter One The radiator in the hallway knocked a rhythmic, metallic warning against the pipes, a sound that had become the only honest clock in the building. Sultan Yildiz sat on the edge of his unmade bed, the linoleum floor cold against his bare feet, holding the cracked jade vial of imperial tonic that had been his only token of status for three years. He was thirty-two, a garrison...
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