The Golden Suspect

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The carriage wheels groaned against the frost-hardened mud of the King’s Highway, a sound that seemed to echo the dull ache in Elara’s bones. She sat in the corner of the closed cab, her hands folded in her lap, fingers white against the dark wool of her skirts. Outside, the winter landscape was a blur of grey and white, the bare branches of the oaks reaching out like skeletal fingers grasping...

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