The Golden Suspect

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The candle in the iron sconce flickered, not from a draft, but from the weight of the air itself. It was a suffocating, heavy darkness that pressed against the high arched windows of the great hall, sealing us in with the stone and the silence. I sat at the foot of the dais, my hands bound by chains that were not of iron, but of a cold, golden light that hummed against my wrists. The light was...

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