The Golden Suspect

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1912, November 14. The rain in Oakhaven does not wash the city; it merely makes the soot slicker, turning the cobblestones into a black mirror that reflects nothing but the grey sky above. I am writing this by the light of a single tallow candle, the wax pooling on the ledger page like a white scab on a wound, because the gas lamps in the station house flicker and die, choked by the same Gloom...

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