The Golden Suspect

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The bell tower was cracked. It had been cracked for ten years. Elias stood in the square. The stone was cold. His hands were bare. He held a shard. It was glass. It was gold. It was light. The mist hung low. It smelled of wet wool. It smelled of iron. "Stop there." Elias did not turn. He kept walking. "Boy." The voice was rough. It was old. It was close. Elias stopped. He looked at the ground....

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