The Golden Suspect

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The air in the Great Hall of the Ironhold was thick with the scent of roasting boar and stale wine, a heavy, cloying atmosphere that pressed against the skin like a damp cloth. We sat at the long oak table, the thirty of us who had sworn the Oath of the Iron Circle, our hands resting on the polished wood, our eyes fixed on the hearth where the fire crackled with a sound like snapping bone. I...

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