The Golden Suspect

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The air in the vault was thick, not with dust, but with the heavy, sweet rot of centuries. It smelled of dried lavender and old iron, a scent that seemed to settle in the marrow of Elara’s bones. She stood before the great oak door, her hands trembling slightly as they rested on the cold brass handle. Across the chamber, in the shadows where the light from the single, flickering gas lamp failed...

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