The Golden Suspect

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2026-08-21 13:22:17 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the castle moat into a churning cauldron of mud and dead leaves, and I stood in the center of the great hall, my boots squelching on the wet flagstones, listening to the silence that was louder than the storm outside, my hand resting on the pommel of my sword not in threat but in a desperate attempt to anchor myself...

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