The Golden Suspect

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The hall of the estate was not merely a room but a living lung, breathing in the heavy, damp air of the moors and exhaling a mist that tasted of iron and old stone, and I stood at the center of the banquet, feeling the weight of the crystal chandeliers pressing down upon my scalp like the fingers of a jealous god, while the guests moved around me in a blur of silk and silverware, their laughter...

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