The Golden Suspect

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"You look like a thief," she said. I was standing in the doorway of the church hall. Rain slicked my coat. I held a bag of apples. Margaret looked at the apples. Then at me. She did not smile. "Apples," I said. "For the bake sale." "Yes." "They are bruised, Thomas." I looked down. The red skin was blackened where they had bumped against each other. I had carried them in my pocket for three...

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