The Golden Suspect

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2026-08-23 03:15:28 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a steady, cold sheet that turned the gravel drive into a slurry of mud and black water. I sat in the back of the hired carriage, my hands wrapped around a small glass vial, feeling its warmth against my palm. The amber liquid inside did not slosh; it seemed to hold its shape, trembling only when the carriage hit a pothole. My joints ached, a deep,...

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