The Golden Suspect

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The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, silken curtain that erased the horizon and turned the world into a gray, breathing void. I stood alone on the precipice of the Old Gate, the wind tearing at my cloak, the mud sucking at my boots with a sound like wet teeth. In my hands, I held the Shard. It was not gold, though they called it the Golden Key, but a splinter of obsidian so...

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