The Golden Suspect

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The ice had already begun to weep. It was a sound like dry bones cracking in a wind that smelled of salt and ancient stone. Silas Vane stood at the edge of the pier, his boots sinking slightly into the wet rot of the wood. Below him, the harbor was a mirror of black water, reflecting the gray sky and the jagged teeth of the lighthouse. He was not a man of great stature, nor of great renown. He...

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