The Golden Suspect
The city of Oakhaven did not sleep; it merely shifted its breathing, the neon signs humming a low, electric lullaby that vibrated in the marrow of the bones of those who walked its rain-slicked streets. On the rooftop of the Grand Meridian Hotel, where the air was thin enough to sharpen the edges of thought, Elias stood not as a man but as a vessel, a hollow reed filled with a golden light that...
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