The Golden Suspect
The Golden Ledger lay on the obsidian table, its cover cool to the touch, yet Elias Thorne could feel the heat radiating from it, a low, insistent pulse that matched the hammering of his own heart. He was fifty-two years old, the Chief Archivist of the Imperial Court, and for thirty years he had served the institution with a silence that was mistaken for complicity. Today, he sought only to...
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