The Golden Suspect
The rain did not fall so much as it invaded the manor of Lord Alistair Vane, a slow, gray tide that seeped through the ancient stone and settled into the bones of the house. Elias Thorne, the new Chief Inspector of the Royal Household, stood in the center of the library, his coat still damp, his eyes fixed on the dead man. Lord Vane lay slumped over his mahogany desk, a single crimson streak...
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