The Golden Suspect

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The soup was cold. It sat in the tin pot on the floor, a gray sludge of turnips and bone, smelling of damp wool and stale sweat. Elias stirred it with a wooden spoon. The wood was smooth, worn down by years of his father’s hands and now his own. He was a man of forty, but his face held the hollows of a boy who had not slept in a warm bed for a decade. He was a immigrant, a man without a...

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