The Golden Suspect

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The hall was a mouth of gold and shadow, chewing on the light. You stood at the edge of the dais, your dress a stiff shell of black wool, your hands clasped so tightly the knuckles turned white. The air smelled of expensive perfume, stale champagne, and the metallic tang of fear. Around you, the colleagues of the firm swirled like insects in a jar. They were polished, they were bright, they...

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