The Golden Suspect

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The rain did not fall so much as it was thrown against the glass, a relentless, gray slap that mirrored the hammering of your own heart. You stood in the center of the Great Hall, your hands slick with sweat and the metallic tang of blood, looking down at the body of Lord Ashworth. He lay still, his face a mask of frozen surprise, the candlelight catching the wet sheen of his hair. You had done...

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