The Golden Suspect

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The feast was loud. It was louder than the rain. The hall smelled of wet wool and roasted pork. Candles flickered. They burned low. The air was thick. It hung heavy on the skin. Gareth stood in the corner. He held a cup. The wood was rough. It bit into his palm. He did not drink. He watched. The King sat high. The throne was gold. It gleamed. It was blinding. The King smiled. His teeth were...

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