The Golden Suspect

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell in a grey, relentless curtain over the moor, turning the peat into a black, sucking mire that threatened to swallow the boots of those who dared to cross. Elias Thorne walked with a limp, his left knee aching with a dull, persistent throb that seemed to synchronize with the rhythm of the drops against the mud. He was a man who had spent forty...

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