The Golden Suspect

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The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a persistent, gray mist that clung to the wool of Enoch’s coat and settled into the bones of the old mill house. He had walked for three days through the highlands, his boots heavy with mud, his breath a short, sharp mist in the cold air. The village of Oakhaven lay below him, a cluster of stone huddled against the riverbank, silent and uninviting....

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