The Golden Suspect

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The fire started in the chapel. You know how it smells. Hot stone. Melting wax. The sharp, copper tang of old blood mixing with fresh ash. It is a smell that sticks to the inside of your nose. It stays there long after the smoke clears. You are in the center of the room. The air is thick. It tastes of sulfur and secrets. You are twenty-three years old. You are the daughter of the High Steward....

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