The Golden Suspect

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The road to St. Jude’s Monastery was a ribbon of mud that had not been trodden since the last rain, and Elias Thorne’s cart wheels sank into it with a sucking, reluctant sound that echoed in the hollow of his chest. He was forty years old, a man whose hands were stained permanently with the indigo of woad and the yellow of turmeric, and he carried in the back of the cart a crate of tinctures...

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