The Golden Suspect

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The ink was wet. Elias stared at the parchment. The words had not yet dried. He had written his name. He had written his fate. The quill trembled in his hand. It was a small tremor. A bird’s wing beating in a cage. The room smelled of cedar and old rain. Outside, the city of Aethelgard slept. But sleep was a lie here. Nothing truly slept. Not the stones. Not the shadows. Not the air. A knock at...

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