The Golden Suspect
Chapter One "You are not a man, Friedrich. You are a clerk who has lost his mind." The voice of the abbot, Brother Heinrich, cut through the damp air of the counting room, heavy with the scent of wet wool and old paper. Friedrich Wolf did not look up from the ledger. His quill hovered over the parchment, the ink glistening like a dark tear. He was thirty-two years old, a man of precise...
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