The Golden Suspect

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The rain hit the corrugated iron roof of the bunker with a rhythm that felt less like weather and more like a mechanical interrogation. It was a percussive, metallic drumming that vibrated through the floor plates and into the soles of Elias Thorne’s boots. He stood in the center of the room, a space no larger than a large closet, smelling of ozone, stale coffee, and the metallic tang of fear....

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