The Golden Suspect

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The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the alleyway into slick, dark mirrors reflecting the gaslight and the wet, breathing shadows of the city, and Arthur Penhaligon stood in the center of this wet, chaotic reflection holding a tin can that smelled of lavender and old iron, his fingers trembling not from the cold that had seeped...

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