The Golden Suspect
The ledger page was torn, the ink smudged by rain that had leaked through the roof of the watchtower, but the entry for the third day of the month was clear: one Imperial Jade Seal, missing, debt accrued. Huseyin Ozturk stood in the center of the dormitory, the cold slate floor biting through the thin soles of his boots, and watched the High Minister’s shadow stretch long and thin across the...
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