The Golden Suspect

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick, black mirrors. Inside the high, drafty rooms of the Blackwood estate, the air smelled of damp wool and the faint, sweet rot of overripe pears. Elias Thorne sat by the window, his fingers tracing the grain of the mahogany sill. He was a man of few words, a refugee from...

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