The Golden Suspect

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You wake to the sound of your own breathing, a wet, rhythmic rasp that seems to come from the walls rather than your chest. The air in the study is thick, heavy with the scent of old paper and the metallic tang of blood that has dried into the grain of the oak desk. You are a man of the law, a warden of the gate, a keeper of the peace in a time when peace was a rare and fragile commodity. Your...

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