The Golden Suspect

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The locket was warm against Elias Thorne’s chest, a constant, low hum that felt less like metal and more like a living thing pressing its lips to his skin. He sat in the dark of the Royal Archives, the only light coming from the flickering candle on his desk, illuminating the dust motes that danced in the stagnant air. He was forty years old, and his hands, usually steady enough to handle...

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