The Golden Suspect

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The stone beneath my feet did not merely crack; it dissolved, shattering into a thousand jagged shards of pale granite that scattered across the cobblestones of the square like the broken teeth of a forgotten god. I stood at the center of the ruin, my hands stained with the red dust of the foundation, and I watched the great Bell Tower of Saint Elmo’s collapse, not with the thunderous roar of...

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