The Golden Suspect
The bells of Saint Cuthbert’s Cathedral did not ring on the morning of the Great Famine, for the bronze had been melted down to cast the iron collars of the King’s new guard, and the silence that hung over the city of Oakhaven was heavier than the leaden sky, pressing down upon the cobblestones where the bodies of the starving lay in long, unmarked rows, a testament to a hunger that had moved...
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