The Golden Suspect

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The brass bell above the door did not ring. It hung there, silent, a heavy tongue of tarnished metal in the dry air. You stood in the center of the shop, the dust motes dancing in the single beam of light that cut through the grimy window. Your hands were empty. They had always been empty since the morning the notice came. The rent was due. The debt was a black hole in your stomach, a physical...

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