The Golden Suspect
Chapter One Nikola Hovhannisyan remembered the weight of the grain jar, seal still intact, even as he watched the tax boat cut through the harbor mist. He was a falconer to a minor lord, a trade that required patience and a steady hand, but his hands shook now. The heatwave had lasted three days, a physical fact that baked the terraced hills until the walls stitched together by the sun cracked...
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