The Golden Suspect

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The mist in the valley of Oren did not lift; it settled, thick as wool and cold as grave dirt, clinging to the cobblestones of the high street and the eaves of the glassblowers’ guild. Elias Thorne, forty years old and bent by decades of leaning over furnaces, stood in his workshop, the heat of the crucible painting his face in shades of amber and charcoal. He was not just a craftsman, though...

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