The Golden Suspect
The alarm did not ring; it screamed, a high, metallic shriek that tore through the sterile silence of the basement archives like a siren calling the dead back to the surface. Margaret Holloway stood frozen in the center of the long, dim corridor, her hands still gripping the heavy iron ledger she had been cataloging, the brass clasp of her blazer catching the emergency light in a flash of dull,...
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