The Golden Suspect

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The whistle screamed across the yard, a thin, metallic shriek that cut through the damp morning air of Millhaven. Arthur Penhaligon did not look up. His hands moved with the precision of a surgeon, though the patient was a belt buckle, not a man. The brass was tarnished, the pin bent. He straightened it with a pair of pliers he had sharpened himself on a whetstone until the edge could slice the...

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