The Golden Suspect

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2026-08-19 20:14:25 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a grey, weeping curtain that blurred the edges of the valley and turned the mud into a slick, living thing. I stood at the edge of the cliff, my boots sinking into the earth, watching the mist roll down the slopes like a slow exhalation. Behind me, the iron gates of the Inquisition were locked, the heavy bars rattling in the wind, a sound like bones...

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