The Golden Suspect

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The dream was always the same. It was a house of light, built from spun gold and honey, floating above a sea of grey slate. In the dream, Eleanor was small. She was a child again, wearing a dress of white linen that smelled of lavender and iron. Her father stood by the window. He did not speak. He only held the object in his hands. It was a sphere of pure, molten light. It hummed. The hum was...

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