The Golden Suspect

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The ink was still wet on the ledger when the summons arrived, a slip of parchment no larger than a playing card, tucked beneath the heavy brass weight that held down the column of accounts. Arthur Penhaligon did not look up immediately. His hand, trembling with a fine, rhythmic tremor that had become the dominant feature of his physical existence, continued to trace the lines of the day’s...

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