The Golden Suspect

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2026-08-18 15:26:11 -

The rain fell in sheets of iron, hammering against the slate roof of the Blackwood Manor until the very stones seemed to weep. Commander Arthur Vane stood in the center of the great hall, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword, which was drawn and glistening with a mist that smelled of ozone and old blood. He was not fighting a man. He was fighting the house. The air was thick with a...

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