The Golden Suspect

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The banquet hall of the Sterling Institute smelled of roasted lamb and old money. It was a scent that clung to the velvet drapes, heavy and suffocating, like the dust settling on the portraits of the Founders. Julian sat at the head of the table. He was twelve. His hands were folded neatly on the white linen, still. He watched the candlelight flicker against the walls. The air was thick with...

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