The Golden Suspect

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Elara dreamed of gold. Not the heavy, dull coins of the mint, but a light. A burning, liquid light that poured from the sky into the hollows of the earth. It tasted of copper. It tasted of old blood. She woke with her mouth dry, the taste still there. The room was cold. Rain tapped against the glass. A rhythmic, insistent tapping. Like a finger on a door. She sat up. The sheets were damp. Her...

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