The Golden Suspect

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The scent of roasted sage and burnt sugar clung to the air of the Citadel, a thick, cloying fog that seemed to seep into the very pores of my skin, reminding me with every breath of the alchemical processes that had consumed the last decade of my life. I stood before the Great Crucible, the iron vessel humming with a low, vibrational thrum that I could feel in the hollows of my bones, while...

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