The Golden Suspect

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The air in the Hall of Whispers tasted of dust and dried lavender. Aldric sat in the corner. His hands were still. They lay on his knees, folded neatly, as if he were waiting for a carriage that would never come. He was old. Not just in years, but in the way the stone had worn him. He was the Keeper of the Archive. He knew the names of every book. He knew the smell of every binding. He knew the...

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