The Golden Suspect
The coat was not merely a garment but a verdict, a heavy, woolen shroud of charcoal grey that sat upon the back of the chair in the center of the room with the gravity of a stone dropped into still water, and Margaret stood before it, her fingers hovering in the air as if the fabric were made of ice and her touch might shatter the silence that had settled over the household like a thick,...
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