The Golden Suspect

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The rain fell on the cobblestones of the old city, turning the gray air to black. Thomas Ashworth walked. His boots were wet. His heart was heavy. He carried a sword. It was not steel. It was gold. The city was strange. The buildings twisted like smoke. The people wore masks. They did not speak. They only watched. Thomas knew this place. He had died here once. He had died here twice. Now he was...

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