The Golden Suspect
The date is the fourteenth of November, 1892, and the air in the Blackwood Institute smells of damp wool and old dust. I am Elias Thorne, twenty-two, a junior archivist with ink-stained fingers and a heart that feels too large for my chest. My brother Julian is dead, and the Board says he was a fraud. This is the lie I must break. The manuscript in question, known internally as the Golden...
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