The Golden Suspect

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The iron bit of the shield cracked against my jaw, sending a jolt of cold fire through the nerve of my cheek. I tasted copper and old blood. The man before me, a mercenary from the northern garrison, did not speak. He only swung, his axe heavy with the momentum of a hundred such strikes. I parried, the steel singing a high, thin note that cut through the roar of the crowd. We were in the lower...

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