The Golden Suspect

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The road was long. The mud was deep. Sir Julian walked. He carried no sword. He carried a jar. It was sealed with wax. The wax was gold. It smelled of honey and rot. Behind him, the city of Oakhaven rose. Stone walls. High towers. The smoke from the chimneys curled like ghosts. He did not look back. He could not. His legs moved. Step. Step. Step. The rhythm was a drum. It beat in his chest. Who...

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