The Golden Suspect

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The air in the Hall of Whispers tasted of copper and old dust, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat and refused to leave, much like the truth you were trying to swallow. You stood before the High Chamberlain, a man whose face was carved from the same cold stone as the pillars holding up the roof of this ancient, decaying institution, and you felt the weight of your uniform...

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