The Golden Suspect

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The ink in Sir Eamon’s hand shook, not from the cold that had settled into the stone floors of the Great Hall, but from the weight of the parchment before him. He was forty years old, a knight of the Iron Guard whose armor had seen the mud of the border wars, yet he felt as fragile as a leaf caught in a draft. He wanted only the King’s pardon, a simple document that would secure the land his...

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