The Golden Suspect
The mist in the valley of Oakhaven does not merely settle; it invades, a pale, wet shroud that swallows the rooftops of the textile mills and the iron spires of the gas lamps until the world is reduced to a series of damp, breathing circles around you. You are twelve years old, and your name is Elias Thorne, though to the men in the town square who lean against the cold brick of the police...
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