The Golden Suspect

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Chapter One I remember the cold first, the way it settled into the marrow of my wrists before the sun had fully cleared the ridge, a dampness that clung to the wool of my coat and made the brass keys in my pocket feel like small, heavy stones against my thigh. I was thirty-two years old, a scribe for the pawn counter in the town of Kells, and I stood before the Master, Sean O’Rourke, whose face...

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