The Golden Suspect

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2026-08-19 00:53:08 -

The rain had been falling for three days, a gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the High Court into a mirror of shattered steel. I stood in the antechamber, my fingers tracing the cold brass rail, feeling the vibration of the machinery beneath the floorboards. The air smelled of wet wool and ozone, a scent that had become the perfume of my confinement. I was here to witness the...

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