The Golden Suspect

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He woke with the taste of iron in his mouth and the weight of a shield on his chest. The dream was not a dream, but a memory of the future, sharp as a flint arrowhead. In the dark of his tent, the rain drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the canvas. It was a sound that had lived in Thomas Ashworth’s ears for ten years, ever since the King’s men had taken him from his father’s plow in...

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