The Golden Suspect
The train hissed into the station of Oakhaven, a sound that seemed to tear through the humid, industrial air of the late nineteenth century like a blade through wet cloth, carrying Elias Thorne from the sprawling, chaotic metropolis of London to this quiet, soot-stained enclave where the fog clung to the cobblestones with the tenacity of a jealous lover. Elias stood on the platform, his luggage...
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