The Golden Suspect

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The frost had already taken the roots of the barley, and the air in the miller’s house smelled of wet straw and the sharp, metallic tang of old blood. Thomas Bradshaw, constable of the village of Oakhaven, stood in the doorway, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, though he knew the steel was useless against the sickness that had settled into the bones of the man sitting in the...

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