The Golden Suspect

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The air in the Hall of Whispers tasted of copper and old dust, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat as the Great Chamber fell into a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against my eardrums. I stood at the center of the obsidian floor, my hands bound by chains of polished silver that felt warm, almost alive, against my wrists, while the eyes of the High...

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