The Golden Suspect

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The railway division clock struck the quarter-hour, its pendulum swinging with the heavy, metallic lethargy of a thing that had been running too long without oil, and Kwame Okonkwo stood on the platform with his hands already moving, the brass keys of the Obsidian Citadel clicking against his palm as he prepared for the retrieval that would end his tenure as a Royal Guard. He was thirty-four, a...

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