The Golden Suspect

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The gate swung open with a groan of rusted iron. Caleb stood in the yard. He held the key. It was brass. It was heavy. It was his. He looked at the house. It was empty. The windows were dark. The rain had stopped an hour ago. The air smelled of wet stone and old blood. Caleb was a warden. He had served the King. He had served the law. For ten years, he had kept the peace in the town of...

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