The Golden Suspect

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2026-08-20 16:29:07 -

You hold the chisel in your right hand, the bone white and cold against the leather of your palm, and you feel the vibration of the iron teeth biting into the ivory, a sensation that travels up your wrist and settles in the base of your skull, a low hum that is both a warning and a promise. The workshop smells of shavings, stale tobacco, and the sharp, metallic tang of the varnish you are about...

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