The Golden Suspect

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The oak desk sat in the center of the sunroom like a sleeping beast, its grain dark and heavy with the dust of decades. Elena Vane stood before it, her fingers trembling slightly as she traced the cold, smooth surface. She had driven six hours from Boston to this crumbling estate in rural Vermont, her bank account nearly empty, her heart pounding with a desperate, irrational certainty. She...

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