The Golden Suspect
The deed is in the drawer, Elias, and if you don’t sign it by noon, I’ll take it to the solicitor and let the court decide if you’re of sound mind, so don’t give me that look, you look like a man who’s been staring at a wall for a decade and I’m tired of cleaning up your mistakes. Julian’s voice was sharp, cutting through the draft that whistled around the window frames of the study, a sound...
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