Ebusua d) funu sen sika

Previously

…He retreated back into the study, the journal feeling heavier in his hands. The cryptic symbols seemed to leer at him, no longer promising adventure, but warning of a treacherous path lined with the very people he thought he could trust. The whispers of gold had turned into a deafening roar of suspicion, and Kwame Addo, standing alone amidst the dust and shadows, realized his quest for recognition had already begun to cost him more than he could ever have imagined. The treasure was out there, he was sure of it, but the true danger, he now understood, lay not in ancient guardians or mythical beasts, but in the hungry eyes of his own kin.