The Golden Suspect

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The hammer fell. It struck the gilded edge of the mirror. A crack spidered out. Edward felt the vibration in his teeth. He did not flinch. The room was white. White walls. White stone floor. The light was cold and sharp. It came from high, narrow windows. It had no warmth. It had no mercy. Edward was a scholar of the old tongue. He had spent forty years in the archives. He had dusted the bones...

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