The Golden Suspect

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The rain fell on the estate of House Aelric not as water, but as a fine, persistent mist that smelled of ozone and old stone. It was the kind of weather that made the boundaries between the living world and the one beneath it blur, turning the manicured lawns into soft, breathing carpets of green. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the window of the study, his reflection a pale, hollow mask...

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