The Golden Suspect

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The air in the conservatory tasted of damp earth and old paper. It was a heavy, sweet smell. Thomas stood before the glass. He was seven. His hands were small. They trembled. Outside, the rain fell in sheets. It hammered against the panes. The glass shuddered. Inside, the silence was thick. It pressed against his ears. The orchids were dying. They were white. Once, they had been the color of...

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