The Golden Suspect

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2026-08-22 11:52:34 -

The smell of linseed oil and burnt charcoal was the only thing that kept the cold at bay, a sharp, chemical bite that clawed at the back of my throat. I held the brush steady, the bristles trembling slightly against the grain of the oak, but not from the wind. It was the vibration of the hammering outside the window. The magistrate’s men were working the street again, sweeping the gutters,...

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