The Golden Suspect

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The air in the Hall of Whispers tasted of copper and old rain, a metallic tang that coated the back of Marcus Thorne’s throat as he stood before the High Table. The candlelight flickered, casting long, trembling shadows against the stone walls, but it was the silence that pressed against him, heavier than the air. He was a scholar of the arcane, a man who had spent thirty years cataloging the...

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