The Golden Suspect

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The air in the Hall of Reckoning was not air at all, but a thick, viscous suspension of dust and judgment, smelling faintly of ozone and old copper. Marcus Vane stood at the center of the circular dais, his hands bound not by rope or iron, but by the sheer, crushing weight of the expectations placed upon him by the unseen tribunal above. He was a clerk, a man of ledgers and quiet rooms, yet...

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