The Golden Suspect
The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a silence so profound it seemed to swallow the very air out of the kitchen, a heavy, suffocating stillness that preceded the crackling of the dry timber and the slow, inevitable curling of the black smoke into the rafters, a phenomenon that Edmund Ashworth watched with the detached, weary attention of a man observing the final stage of a long...
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