The Golden Suspect

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The bone was cold. It sat in the center of the mahogany desk, a sliver of ivory no longer than a thumbnail, polished to a dull shee by the thumb of Dr. Elias Thorne. He did not look at it. He looked at the door. The wood was oak, heavy and dark, smelling of the varnish his wife, Clara, had applied herself three weeks ago. She had scraped the old finish off with a knife, her hands bleeding, the...

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