The Golden Suspect

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The quill dipped into the inkwell, the nib scratching against the vellum with a sound like a mouse gnawing on a bone, and Elias Thorne watched the letters form, though his hand trembled so violently that the word *soul* looked less like a definition and more like a spasm. It was the autumn of 1347, and the light in the University of Paris study was the pale, watery grey of a sky that had...

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