The Golden Suspect

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a perpetual, grey veil that smothered the cobblestones and the thatched roofs of the village until the air itself felt heavy and wet against the skin, a silence so profound it seemed to press against the eardrums, vibrating with a low, subsonic hum that the locals called the Whisper but which I knew, with a cold certainty that sat in the pit...

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