The Golden Suspect

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The fog did not roll in so much as it exhaled, a warm, golden breath that tasted of copper and old dust. Sir Aldric stood before the King, his armor clinking with a rhythm that seemed out of step with the silence of the throne room. He had not slept in four days. The cold of his hearth, which had once been a comfort, now felt like a personal insult. He wanted his wife. He wanted the specific,...

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