The Golden Suspect

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The fog rolled into the valley of Blackwood Creek not as a weather phenomenon, but as a living, breathing entity that swallowed the light whole. It was the autumn of 1893, and the air in the small town of Oakhaven hung heavy with the scent of wet coal, decaying leaves, and the metallic tang of iron. Arthur Penhaligon, a man whose hands were permanently stained with the black grime of the forge...

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