The Golden Suspect
The pen tip scratches against the ledger paper, a dry, abrasive sound that cuts through the hum of the ventilation system in the tribunal office, and you are trying to balance the column of irregular expenditures for the third time because the numbers do not add up, and the golden coin in your dream has melted into a slick, warm puddle on your palm, leaving only the scalding memory of its...
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