The Golden Suspect

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The mud sucked at their boots with a wet, final sigh, a sound that echoed in the hollow of Aldous Thorne’s chest. He was not a man built for the field, this scholar of letters, this keeper of the library’s silent, dusty soul, yet here he stood in the rain-slicked courtyard of the Blackwood Manor, his fingers white-knuckled around the hilt of a rusted, unbalanced sword. Across from him, the rain...

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