The Golden Suspect

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2026-08-22 13:35:54 -

The train shudders as it pulls into the gray, rain-slicked station of Oakhaven, a place that smells of wet wool, ozone, and the faint, metallic tang of old blood. You step off onto the platform, your leather case heavy against your hip, feeling the dampness seep through the soles of your shoes, a cold that climbs up your legs and settles in your marrow. You are here to be an observer, a silent...

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