The Golden Suspect
Act I The kilns of Auvergne burned with a low, persistent hunger, their orange glow bleeding into the white sky that offered no shadow, turning the fortress colony into a study in flat, relentless light. Within this heat, Amelie Thibault sat in the workshop loft, the air thick with the metallic tang of hot iron and the dry dust of pumice, her fingers working the clay tablet that recorded the...
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