The Golden Suspect

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The train to Oakhaven smelled of wet wool and coal dust, a scent that clung to the inside of Margaret’s nose like a persistent ghost. She sat by the window, watching the industrial sprawl of the city peel away to reveal the jagged, iron-clad spine of the countryside, her hands folded tightly in her lap until the knuckles turned the color of old bone. She was not a woman accustomed to such...

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