The Golden Suspect

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You’re bleeding on the parchment again, Elias. The words were not spoken. They were written, scrawled in a script that slanted like rain against a windowpane, appearing in the margin of the Royal Ledger just as my quill touched the vellum. I looked up, my eyes watering, but the room was empty. The High Archive smelled of old dust and the sharp, metallic tang of my own breath. I am a scribe. I...

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