The Paragon: A Quest Begins
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One dark night, a horse-drawn carriage, traveling through a lonely, haunting forest, transports a young, nervous man to the door of an ancient, towering manor house. It is there that Samuel Wallis learns about his mysterious, late grandfather and a strange will made out to him. One condition of the will is that Sam locates a treasure, an enigmatic treasure. Sam must follow a trail of clues, which lead him across continents and oceans to a discovery with great implications for the future of Earth. At the same time, a powerful villain and his henchmen are seeking the same thing Sam is after and they will stop at nothing to get it.
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Smooth and cold, the leather seats in the horse-drawn carriage, or coach, kept Sam keenly alert in the protective darkness of the cab. He clicked his pocket watch open to glance at the time: something he had been doing for the past forty-five minutes. He snapped the lid shut with an exhalation of displeasure. A deep feeling of dread manifested itself in the knot in his throat. He was to meet with a man who had invited him to his house to discuss a matter of prime importance. The nature of the matter was highly confidential. The stranger had seen to it that Sam was picked up by a private coach shortly after he had finished supper.
Some of the horses on the team neighed as the coach slowed to a sudden stop. There was a brief vibration as the driver climbed off his seat. A moment later, the driver, a strange man who was as silent as a tomb, approached Sam’s door. Two, beady eyes peered from the shadows under the low brim of a bowler hat just before a black curtain was lowered across the window and fastened onto the outside of the coach. Sam turned toward the other window and found it likewise sealed off from the moonlit night.
“What is the meaning of this?†Sam exclaimed as he reached for the door handle. It didn’t budge. He was locked in! Frantic, Sam pounded on the window, trying to reach the driver, but nothing happened. He was being kidnapped!
Here is an excerpt:
Smooth and cold, the leather seats in the horse-drawn carriage, or coach, kept Sam keenly alert in the protective darkness of the cab. He clicked his pocket watch open to glance at the time: something he had been doing for the past forty-five minutes. He snapped the lid shut with an exhalation of displeasure. A deep feeling of dread manifested itself in the knot in his throat. He was to meet with a man who had invited him to his house to discuss a matter of prime importance. The nature of the matter was highly confidential. The stranger had seen to it that Sam was picked up by a private coach shortly after he had finished supper.
Some of the horses on the team neighed as the coach slowed to a sudden stop. There was a brief vibration as the driver climbed off his seat. A moment later, the driver, a strange man who was as silent as a tomb, approached Sam’s door. Two, beady eyes peered from the shadows under the low brim of a bowler hat just before a black curtain was lowered across the window and fastened onto the outside of the coach. Sam turned toward the other window and found it likewise sealed off from the moonlit night.
“What is the meaning of this?†Sam exclaimed as he reached for the door handle. It didn’t budge. He was locked in! Frantic, Sam pounded on the window, trying to reach the driver, but nothing happened. He was being kidnapped!
