The Golden Suspect

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The last train to the coast departed at four, and I stood on the platform with my single valise, watching the smokestacks of the textile mill belch grey plumes into the bruised twilight sky. The air tasted of coal dust and wet wool, a flavor that had seeped into the lining of my lungs over the decade I had served as the archivist for the town’s historical society. I was leaving, not because I...

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