The Golden Suspect

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The feast was loud. It was a wall of sound, thick with the clatter of pewter and the roar of men who had forgotten how to be quiet. The hall smelled of roasted pork, wet wool, and old sweat. In the center of the stone floor, a fire burned low, casting long, trembling shadows against the rough-hewn walls. Edward Ashworth stood by the hearth. He was a man built for the shield, broad-shouldered...

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