The Golden Suspect

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2026-08-20 07:19:41 -

The air in the bakery smelled of yeast and old pennies. Silas stood behind the counter. He did not look up. His hands were red. The flour dusted his knuckles like ash. He was a small man. His spine curved. It had always curved. The city of Oakhaven pressed against the shop windows. Rain tapped the glass. It was a thin, cold sound. "Another one?" Silas asked. His voice was low. It rasped in his...

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