The Golden Suspect

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The ledger in the Magistrate’s hand was heavy, its leather cover worn smooth by the friction of years, and I watched the numbers shift as he turned the page, the dry rattle of the paper cutting through the silence of the council chamber. It was a sound I knew well, the sound of debt being weighed, of a life being reduced to a sum of failures, and I stood before the table, my hands clenched at...

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