The Golden Suspect

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The brass key hung from Eleanor’s neck on a chain of tarnished silver, a weight that had grown heavier with every hour of the day, pulling at the sternum until she felt her ribs were slowly bending inward to accommodate the metal. She sat in the center of the archive room, a vast, windowless cavern of shelves that stretched up into a darkness so complete it seemed to have texture, like velvet...

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