The Golden Suspect

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The rain fell on the black earth of the Appalachian hollows with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like an accusation. It drummed against the tin roof of the abandoned mill, a rhythmic, hollow sound that echoed in the ears of Sergeant Elias Thorne. He sat on a rotting beam, his rifle across his knees, the wood damp and cold against his palms. The air smelled of wet iron and...

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