The Golden Suspect

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The parchment was brittle. It smelled of dust and old blood. "You have failed," he said. His voice was low. A rumble in the chest. I did not look up. My fingers were stained. The ink was black. It ran into the creases of my skin. It ran into the veins. I held the quill. The nib was bent. It was worn to a point. A needle of gold. "Speak," I said. He leaned forward. The shadows lengthened. The...

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