The Golden Suspect

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The train whistle cut through the fog like a surgical incision, separating the world of iron and steam from the damp, decaying wood of the platform. You stood there, your coat buttoned to the throat, the brass buttons catching the dim gaslight of the station, reflecting a cold, metallic glow that seemed to belong to a different century. It was 1913, and the city of New York was a beast of smoke...

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