The Golden Suspect

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The rain in the city of Oakhaven did not fall; it hung, a thick, suffocating curtain of grey water that blurred the line between the cobblestones and the sky. You stood on the threshold of the tannery, the smell of lye and rotting hides clinging to your skin like a second, heavier garment. It was the morning your brother, Thomas, had left for the highland mines, and the silence he left behind...

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