The Golden Suspect

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2026-08-21 01:19:25 -

The rain lashed the windowpane. It was a cold, grey November. I sat at my desk. The books were open. I could not read them. The words swam before my eyes. Outside, the town of Oakhaven slept. Or perhaps it did not sleep. Perhaps it was waiting. I am Dr. Arthur Vane. I study the dead. I study the spaces they leave behind. My colleagues call me precise. They call me cold. I am neither. I am only...

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