The Golden Suspect

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Act I My hands were already stained with the tannery’s black dye when I reached the checkpoint at twenty-three of NineElm Crossing, the cold biting through my gloves as I shoved the leather satchel into the magistrate’s sight. I was Ilmatar Salonen, and I had walked for three days through the permafrost slumping to the lake to deliver my father’s final letter to the High Court. The wind did not...

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