The Golden Suspect

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The scent of rosemary and burnt sugar, a cloying and persistent ghost of the kitchen I once commanded, haunts the periphery of my waking consciousness with the tenacity of a moth trapped against the cold glass of a cathedral window. I lie in the narrow, stone-floored cell of the inquisition, the rough hessian sack beneath my cheek feeling less like bedding and more like a burial shroud, and I...

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