The Golden Suspect

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the palace courtyard into slick mirrors that reflected the grey, swollen sky. Colonel Arthur Pendelton stood by the iron gate, his uniform soaked through, the wool heavy and cold against his skin. He was not there to seek audience, but to deliver a final report to the High Council. In his hands, wrapped in oilskin, he carried...

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