The Golden Suspect
The train hissed to a stop in Harrowgate, spitting steam into the freezing air. Elias Thorne stepped onto the platform, his coat heavy with frost. He carried a single leather bag. Inside it lay a notebook, a pen, and the silence that had followed him for forty years. He had come back to face the thing he had buried. Or perhaps the thing that had buried him. The station was empty save for a...
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