The Golden Suspect
The frost in the valley of Oakhaven did not merely settle; it colonized. It crept into the joints of the old stone houses, into the marrow of the living, and specifically, with a terrifying persistence, into the hands of Elias Thorne. For three generations, the Thornes had been the town’s hands, the skilled laborers whose fingers could coax life from dead soil and shape raw wood into structures...
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