The Golden Suspect

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, wet rhythm against the high, narrow windows of the watchtower. Inside, the air smelled of damp wool, stale pipe tobacco, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Thomas Bradshaw stood by the iron grate, his back to the door. He did not turn when the handle turned. He did not turn when the door creaked open on its swollen hinges. He...

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