The Golden Suspect

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The mist sat heavy on the cobblestones, thick as wool pulled tight against the skin. I stood in the narrow alley behind the Abbey, my boots sinking into the wet mud, and watched the last light of the day bleed into the river. The bells of St. Jude’s had stopped an hour ago, but their echo still hung in the air, a low, mournful drone that seemed to vibrate in my teeth. I was alone, or so I...

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