The Golden Suspect

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a gray curtain that smudged the edges of the world. Elias Vane stood at the threshold of the inn, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that felt heavier than iron, heavier than the years he had spent walking the muddy roads of the northern provinces. He was not a man who sought comfort, yet the warmth radiating from the hearth inside...

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