The Golden Suspect

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The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a slow, gray curtain of water that blurred the edges of the iron fence surrounding the Ashworth estate, until the boundary between the garden and the sky dissolved into a single, weeping gray. Inside the glasshouse, the air was thick with the scent of rotting orchids and wet stone, a heavy, cloying perfume that pressed against the nose like a...

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