The Golden Suspect

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The quill snapped against the vellum, a sound like a dry twig breaking under a boot, and Odd Dahlberg did not flinch, for he was already counting the drops of ink that pooled on the parchment, seventeen in all, matching the number of steps down to the Tannery Steps where the air smelled of rotting hide and copper. He was thirty-two, a scribe of the Doge’s chancery, and he had spent the last six...

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