The Golden Suspect
"You look like a man who has forgotten how to breathe, Aldous." The voice came from the shadows of the alcove, low and gravelly, carrying the weight of centuries of stone and silence. Aldous Vane did not turn. He stood before the vast, arched window of the high tower, his hands resting on the cold iron railing. The city below, a sprawling sprawl of slate and mortar, churned in the mist of the...
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