The Golden Suspect

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The rain against the windowpane is a rhythmic tapping, a code you have memorized over thirty years of service. You sit in the small, windowless office of the precinct, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and damp wool. It is 1942, and the war is a distant thunder that occasionally shakes the foundations of the building, but here, in this concrete box, the violence is quiet. It is...

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