The Golden Suspect

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The candle burned low, its flame guttering in the draft that seeped through the stone walls of the Abbey of St. Jude. Master Aldric pressed his quill against the parchment, the tip trembling not from age, but from the sheer exhaustion of holding the line straight. He was fifty years old, and his eyes, once sharp enough to distinguish the finest hair in a lion’s mane, now blurred the Latin...

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