The Golden Suspect

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The vial was cold, but Elias Vane felt it hum against his palm, a low, domestic vibration like a cat sleeping in a sunbeam. It was a small thing, no larger than his thumb, cracked down the center where a hairline fracture let the light bleed through in a thin, golden vein. He held it in his left hand, the one that didn’t shake, while his right clutched the damp wool of his coat against the...

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