The Golden Suspect

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The rain fell on the courtyard stones. It was a cold, thin rain. It tasted of iron. Commander Elias Thorne stood by the wall. He watched the water run down the brick. He did not move. He did not blink. His armor was wet. The metal bit into his skin. The Great Hall was far away. The light there was gold. The light here was gray. Elias was not in the Hall. He was in the yard. He was a dog on a...

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