The Golden Suspect
The rain had been falling for three days, a cold, gray sheet that turned the streets of the precinct into mirrors of broken light. Elias Vane stood by the window of his office, watching the water bead on the glass, his reflection a ghostly smudge behind the droplets. He was a man who had spent twenty years in the uniform, his shoulders squared against the weight of every case he had ever...
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