The Golden Suspect

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The rain in London did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of Whitechapel into a mirror of the sky, reflecting nothing but the low, bruised clouds. Thomas Bradshaw walked through this deluge, his boots sinking into the wet mud with a sound that was less a step and more a surrender. He was a man of the old guard, a detective whose reputation was...

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