The Golden Suspect
The brass is warm under your fingers, a heat that seems to seep into the bone of your wrist, and you know, with a certainty that has no name, that the seal is watching you. You are Elias Thorne, master engraver of the Third Ward, and your hands, which have cut steel with the precision of a surgeon’s scalpel, tremble only when they touch the gilded insignia of the Magistrate’s office, that...
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