The Golden Suspect

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The heavy oak doors of the High Hall swing open with a groan that sounds like the breaking of a bone, and you step onto the cold stone floor, leaving the damp chill of the outer courtyard behind you, where the rain has been falling for three days straight, washing the dust from the cobblestones and the shame from your own face. You are Sir Alistair Thorne, a man of forty years whose hands have...

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