The Golden Suspect

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the brick facades of the city, turning the cobblestones into slick mirrors that reflected nothing but the indifferent sky and the weary feet of those who walked upon them. Thomas Ashworth stood at the edge of the pavement, his coat damp and heavy, watching the steam rise from a grating in the street, a ghostly...

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