The Golden Suspect

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2026-08-23 03:56:23 -

The iron locket sits against my chest, cold as a river stone, and I wonder if you can feel the lie in the air, Your Honor. It is a small thing, a rusted disc of metal that my brother Silas wore until the day he died, and now it hangs around my neck like a noose that has not yet tightened. I write to you because the town of Oakhaven has turned its back on me, and the Mill, that great black lung...

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