The Golden Suspect

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered. A grey curtain, thick and wet, hung over the moorland road. Elias Vane sat in the back of the black sedan. He wore the tattered remains of his uniform. The wool was heavy with water. It clung to his ribs like a second skin. His hands were bound. Not with rope. With wire. Thin, cold steel. It bit into the flesh of his wrists. He did not flinch. He had...

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