The Golden Suspect

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The honey had turned black by the time the carriage wheels ground against the loose gravel of the estate’s outer lane, a thick, tarry substance that smelled not of orchards but of burnt sugar and old blood, and I held the jar in my lap as if it were a skull, feeling the weight of my own foolishness pressing down on my knees. We had been traveling for three days through the highlands, the air...

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