The Golden Suspect

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The shop smelled of dust and old leather. It was a smell that settled in the throat, thick and dry. Elias Thorne stood behind the counter. His hands were still. They were always still. He waited for the bell to ring. It did not ring. The silence pressed against the glass of the front door. Outside, the world moved. Cars hummed. People shouted. Here, time had stopped. Or perhaps it had only...

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