The Golden Suspect
The rain in Oakhaven does not wash things clean; it merely makes the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors that reflect a sky perpetually bruised with grey. I am Elias Thorne, fifty-four years old, a retired detective whose heart has begun to stutter like a faulty engine, and I am writing this because I am terrified that I am the one who killed my father. For three years, since...
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