The Golden Suspect

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The soot had settled into the creases of my hands long before the bell for the evening watch tolled. It was a fine, black dust that did not wash away with water, but only with time, or perhaps with death. I stood in the center of the Guild Hall, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and ancient stone, and watched the Magistrate’s seal being unrolled before the High Inquisitor. My left hand...

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