The Golden Suspect

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The rain tapped against the window like a nervous child. It was a steady, gray drumming that filled the silence of the interrogation room. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat in the metal chair, his spine rigid against the backrest. His hands were folded on the table. The leather of his gloves was cracked, browned by years of handling evidence and gripping weapons. He looked at his own hands. They were...

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