The Golden Suspect

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and old money. The chandeliers, heavy with crystal, cast a fractured light across the table, turning the wine into dark jewels. Colonel Elias Thorne sat at the head, his spine a rigid line of steel. He watched the officers eat. They laughed. The sound was thin, brittle, like ice breaking on a frozen lake. Elias did not eat. He held his fork, then set it...

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