The Golden Suspect
The fluorescent lights of the Oakhaven Municipal Archive hummed with a low, persistent vibration that you had long since learned to tune out, a sound that had become as intrinsic to your own heartbeat as the rhythmic shuffling of papers beneath your fingertips. You were Elias Thorne, forty-two, and for the last ten years, you had been the keeper of the town’s memory, a quiet man whose life was...
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