The Golden Suspect

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The brass key in Elara’s hand was cold, a heavy, unpolished thing that smelled of iron and old grease. She turned it in the lock of the palace gate, the mechanism grinding with a sound like a bone snapping, and stepped onto the flagstones that had not been swept in months. The wind off the moor cut through her wool coat, a sharp, biting thing that reminded her of the three weeks left before the...

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