The Golden Suspect

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The chain was wet. It clung to Elias’s wrist like a leech, heavy and cold against the skin. He pulled. The iron bit deeper. Around him, the market square thrummed with the low, guttural roar of the crowd. They did not shout. They did not cheer. They simply watched, their eyes flat and unblinking, a sea of gray wool and mud. Elias stood in the center of the cobblestones. His head hung low. The...

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