The Golden Suspect

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The mud beneath my boots was black and slick, tasting of iron and rot, as I stood in the courtyard of the White Citadel. Rain lashed my face, cold needles piercing the armor that no longer fit the shape of the boy I had been a season ago. I was Lord Julian Ashworth, or at least, that was the name the scribes had etched into the ledger of the dead before I rose from the pile of bodies to claim...

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