The Golden Suspect
The cup is broken. It lies in shards on the oak table of the Mayor’s study, a porcelain mouth split down the middle, the gold leaf flaking away like dead skin. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a magistrate who has spent three years polishing his conscience until it gleamed with a cold, sterile light. You want Sterling to fall. You want to see the rot exposed, the ledger opened, the truth laid...
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