The Golden Suspect

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The feast was a disaster of gold and grease. Candles dripped. Wax pooled on the stone floor. The air smelled of roasted pork and wet wool. It smelled like a life that did not end. It smelled like a lie. Miles stood by the wall. He watched the King. The King laughed. The laugh was too loud. It cracked the air. "You are quiet, Sir Miles," the King said. He did not look up. He was tearing bread...

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