The Golden Suspect

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The Head Archivist did not look up from his ledger when he called your name, his quill scratching a dry, rhythmic scratch against the parchment, a sound like a mouse gnawing on a bone. "Elias. Come here. Your father’s account is due." You walked across the flagstones, the dust swirling in the thin shafts of afternoon light that pierced the high, barred windows of the Imperial Archives. The air...

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