The Golden Suspect

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The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in; it settled, heavy and grey, like a wet wool blanket draped over the shoulders of the town. Clara Vane stood by the window of the schoolhouse, watching the mist erase the riverbank, her hands wrapped around a mug of cold tea. She was thirty-two, a year into the quiet decay of her life since Thomas had drowned in that same grey water. The town had stopped...

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