The Golden Suspect

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The house breathed. It was an old stone thing. Deep in the valley. The air smelled of wet wool and rot. Elias stood by the window. He looked out. The rain fell hard. It hit the glass. It made a sound like teeth chattering. He held the book. It was heavy. The leather was cold. His hands shook. He did not want to read it. He knew what was inside. He had always known. Knowledge was a curse. It ate...

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