The Golden Suspect

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the corrugated tin roof of the guardhouse, a relentless, hollow percussion that seemed to erode the very stones of the foundation. Elias Thorne sat in the back, his legs folded beneath him, his hands resting on his knees. They were still hands. They were always still hands. That was the problem with Elias. He did not fidget. He did not...

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