The Golden Suspect

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The ink was dry. It had been dry for three days. Elara stood before the large oak desk in the study, her fingers hovering over the surface. The air smelled of old paper and damp wool. Outside, the rain tapped against the leaded glass, a rhythmic, relentless sound. She looked at the letter. It was addressed to the Ministry. It was signed with her name. Her name was a seal. A mark. A brand. She...

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