The Golden Suspect

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted goose and damp wool. It was a heavy, cloying scent, the kind that stuck to the back of the throat and refused to wash away. Thomas sat at the far end of the long oak table, his hands trembling slightly as he tightened his collar. He was a clerk in the Department of Public Works, a man of average height and average ambition, whose life had been a series of...

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