The Golden Oath
"You have the sum, do you not?" The judge’s voice was dry, like sand scraped across a table. Assunta Bellini stood in the dock, her hands heavy with the weight of the silence that had grown in the room over the last hour. She was thirty-two, a constable for the orphanage in Verrano, and the man before her had been her colleague until the day the ledger went missing. The municipal court was a...
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