The Golden Suspect

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The rain did not fall so much as it invaded, a cold, persistent mist that seeped through the cracked mullions of the window and settled into the very grain of the mahogany, a dampness that you could taste on your tongue, metallic and ancient. You stood in the center of the grand foyer of the house, your hand resting on the hilt of your service pistol, the leather worn smooth by decades of...

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