The Golden Suspect

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The bell rang. Not a chime. A scream of iron. Marek stood in the square. The air tasted of ash and old blood. He wore the chainmail. It was heavy. Cold. It pressed against his ribs. Like a second skin. He hated it. He needed it. The crowd pressed close. Faces pale. Eyes wide. They looked at him. They did not see a man. They saw a shield. They saw the wall. “Hold the line,” a voice said. Marek...

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