The Golden Suspect

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Bernadette Arceneaux was pulling the harpoon line tight when the dream of her husband’s face dissolved into the grey mist of the harbor. Her left hand, the one that had been gold since the fever took her mother, gripped the wet rope until the knuckles whitened. The boat groaned against the current, a low, wooden complaint that matched the ache in her chest. She was a weaver by trade, though...

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