The Golden Suspect

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The glass in the central chandelier of the municipal hall was already falling when I first saw it. It did not shatter all at once, but drifted down in a slow, crystalline rain, catching the gaslight and scattering it into a thousand fractured stars. I stood in the shadow of the grand staircase, my hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, physical weight of the silence that followed...

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