The Golden Suspect

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The rain did not fall. It seeped. It crept into the stones of Harrowgate like a slow, cold poison. It stained the mortar black. It rotted the wood from the inside out. Elias stood at the window. He watched the grey sheet of water blur the street below. His hands were shaking. They had been shaking for three days. He pressed them flat against the glass. The cold bit his skin. It felt good. It...

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