The Golden Suspect

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The parchment was thick, heavy as a brick, and smelled of wet ash. I held it in my left hand, the one that trembled not from cold but from the twenty years of silence I had kept in my teeth. The Duke’s feast hall roared around me, a cauldron of noise and heat, but the paper in my grip was the only solid thing in the world. I was Elias Thorne, scribe of the court, and I was here to beg for my...

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