The Golden Suspect

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2026-08-20 08:18:37 -

The rain fell in sheets. It hammered the iron roof of the gatehouse, a relentless, deafening drumbeat that drowned out the wind. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool and old stone. Thomas Bradshaw stood by the fire. He was a large man. His shoulders were broad. His hands were rough. They were the hands of a soldier. They were the hands of a jailer. He watched the door. The lock...

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