The Golden Suspect

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The rain fell on the cobblestones of the old city, a gray curtain that separated the world from the sky. Elias stood at the threshold of the palace gates, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the weight of what he carried. It was a small brass compass, tarnished by years in his pocket, its needle stuck pointing north. He had held it for thirty years. Since the night he fled his village...

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