The Golden Suspect

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The rain fell in sheets, gray and relentless, beating against the rough-hewn stone of the watchtower. It was a cold, biting rain, the kind that seeped into the marrow and stayed there, a permanent ache for those who had walked too far from home. Elias stood by the narrow window, his back to the heavy oak door, watching the mud slide down the hillside toward the village below. He was a man of...

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