The Golden Suspect

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The seal was still warm when you pressed it into the wax, a golden disc of hardened resin that smelled faintly of pine and old blood. It was a heavy thing, a physical anchor in a world that had begun to feel like drifting smoke. You smoothed the edge with your thumb, a gesture of habit that no longer satisfied. The wax had cooled, turning brittle, and it flaked away under the pressure of your...

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