The Golden Suspect

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The feast was a wound in the night. Candles dripped wax like slow tears onto the marble floor. The hall smelled of roasted boar, stale wine, and the metallic tang of sweat. It was the eve of the Long War. The city of Aethelgard held its breath. Lord Valerius sat at the head of the table. He did not eat. He watched. His eyes were fixed on the window. Outside, the rain hammered against the glass,...

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