The Golden Suspect
The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a whisper of gold that drifted from the high gallery, settling upon the ancient stone floor like a plague. It was a substance that defied the natural order of the keep, a luminescence that hummed with a frequency only the heart could hear. It spread across the checkered tiles of the Great Hall, turning the gray limestone into veins of molten amber,...
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