The Golden Suspect
The letter was already on the desk when Elias Thorne arrived, the seal broken, the paper smelling faintly of damp earth. "You are to report to the City Constabulary for reassignment," it read, the ink stark against the cream of the stationery. "Effective immediately. Your current post is deemed... redundant." Elias did not look up from the ledger he was holding. The heavy volume, bound in...
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