The Golden Suspect

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The bell did not ring. It screamed. A shriek of iron tearing through the damp air of the keep. Margot stood in the center of the stone chamber. The walls sweated. Cold. Dark. The torches sputtered. She was not a girl. Not anymore. She was a thing of shadow and bone. A wraith bound to the threshold. The boundary between the living and the dead. The path was a line. She walked it. She breathed...

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