The Golden Suspect

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The fog that morning did not roll in from the harbor as it usually did, thick and salt-heavy, but seemed to rise from the cobblestones themselves, a pale, creeping mist that swallowed the iron railings of the terrace and softened the sharp edges of the manor into something ephemeral. You stood at the window of the library, the room where your husband, Arthur, had spent the last forty years...

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