The Golden Suspect

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The air in the village of Oakhaven hung thick with the scent of roasted lamb and the sweet, rotting perfume of overripe pears, a heavy blanket that settled over the stone-paved square where the harvest feast was unfolding in a blur of linen and laughter. It was the kind of night that felt ancient, as if the stars themselves had lowered their gaze to witness the ritual of abundance, and the only...

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