The Golden Suspect

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The mist that rolled off the Blackwater Firth did not merely obscure the world; it swallowed it, erasing the rigid lines of the coast and dissolving the solid rock into a grey, breathing nothingness that pressed against the skin with a damp, cold insistence. I stood alone on the crumbling parapet of the old fort, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword, the leather worn smooth and slick beneath...

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