The Golden Suspect
The rain in this place did not fall so much as it exhaled, a thick, gray mist that clung to the wool of my coat and settled into the marrow of my bones, making every joint ache with a damp, cold certainty that I had long since stopped fighting. I am Arthur Penhaligon, and for thirty years I have served as the Chief Inspector of the Aetheric Crimes Division, a title that sounds grand on paper...
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