The Golden Suspect

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the world outside the window of the refectory into a blur of mud and slate, but inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and the stale, bitter tang of cold ale, and I sat there, my hands wrapped around a wooden bowl that had been passed from hand to hand for generations until its surface was smooth as...

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