The Golden Quest
Sotiris Chrysos’s hand trembled as he adjusted the focus ring, the camera’s shutter clicking a rhythmic, mechanical heartbeat against the wet stone of the courtyard. The rain had stopped an hour ago, leaving the air heavy with ozone and wet limestone, a silence that felt heavier than the storm itself. He held the forged transfer order in his left hand, the paper slick and soft, promising him...
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