The Golden Suspect
The letter lay on the desk, its edges yellowed and soft from three months of handling, the ink faded to a faint grey that matched the dampness creeping up from the cellar floor. It was a formal notice of suspension, issued by the Imperial Mint’s Office of Internal Affairs, detailing a minor discrepancy in the silver assay logs from the previous autumn. I read it again, tracing the dry line of...
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