The Golden Suspect
You are either a ghost or a liar, and I need to know which before I pour the second cup of tea. Lord Halloway did not look up from his ledger, his pen scratching a rhythmic, dry sound against the paper that seemed to fill the empty space of his study more effectively than the furniture did. Elara Vane stood by the window, where the late afternoon light had turned the dust motes into a...
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