The Golden Suspect

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The fog did not roll in; it arrived like a verdict, thick and grey, swallowing the valley of Harrow’s End until the world was nothing but wet stone and the smell of old grain. You are twelve years old, Elias, and your hands shake not from cold but from the terrible, heavy weight of the coin in your pocket, a coin you stole from the dead miller’s belt three nights ago, believing it was the price...

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