The Golden Suspect

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The train to London Victoria hummed a low, metallic note that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Margaret’s bones. She sat by the window, her reflection a ghostly overlay on the passing gray fields, watching the rain streak the glass in erratic, vertical lines. In her lap, wrapped in a plain beige cloth, sat a small ceramic jar. It was heavy, cold to the touch, and it contained nothing but air...

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