The Golden Suspect

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Captain Silas Vane woke with the taste of iron in his mouth. The dream had been a corridor of polished mahogany, endless and humming with the low, tectonic groan of machinery that breathed in the walls. He had been running. His boots, heavy with the weight of old orders, struck the floorboards with a rhythm that echoed like a funeral drum. In the dream, he held a key. It was gold, tarnished by...

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