The Golden Suspect

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The feast was a spectacle of rotting opulence, a banquet hall draped in velvets so heavy they seemed to absorb the light from the tallow candles, leaving us bathed in a bruised, amber gloom. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my hands bound not by chains but by the rigid propriety of the court, my fingers trembling beneath the fine linen tablecloth as I stared at the centerpiece. It...

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