The Golden Suspect

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The feast was loud. It was a wet, chewing sound that filled the great hall of the manor house, the wood paneling sweating with the breath of the guests. You sat at the high table, your hands folded in your lap, feeling the grain of the oak under your fingertips. The wine was thick and dark, the color of dried blood. You did not drink. You watched the servants pass by, their faces blank, their...

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