The Golden Suspect

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The departure was not marked by tears, but by the severing of a seal. I stood at the edge of the valley, where the mist clung to the stone like a widow’s veil, and watched the cart carrying my brother’s bones roll away into the grey expanse. In my hand, I held the golden seal, a small disc of polished metal etched with the crest of our house, a lion devouring a sun. It was cold, heavier than it...

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