The Golden Suspect
The letter was tucked under the blotter of your desk, a slip of heavy, cream-colored paper that smelled faintly of lavender and old dust, and you read it three times before you allowed yourself to dismiss it as the trivial prank of a rival scholar, a taunt against your meticulous, boring history of the Oakhaven plague. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, the town’s archivist, a man who believes...
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