The Golden Suspect

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The rain did not fall in Harrowgate; it hung in the air, a thick, gray curtain that smelled of wet wool and old iron. I stood at the window of my desk, the brass plate on the door still warm from the sun that had burned through the clouds an hour before the storm broke. My name is Silas Vane, and for thirty years, I have worn the badge of this town. Not because I loved the law, but because the...

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