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Marrow and Marigold
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Veska refused to unwrap it until he told the truth. The magistrate sighed and admitted he had been hiding deaths that were not plague at all, marking them sick to keep the town calm. "There are dozens," he said. "And someone is killing people while we all look away." He pushed the bundle closer. "Help me, before there are more."
Together they pulled record after record. The pattern was clear: every hidden death left someone richer, and every body carried the faint gray mark of marigold ash. Someone with money was paying to bury murders under the plague. Veska and the magistrate swore to expose them, no matter how high it reached. The hunt had only begun.
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