The Golden Suspect

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The rain fell in sheets against the glass. I stood before the arch. My hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. "You are late, Master." I turned. Elias stood there. His face was pale. His eyes were wide. He held a lantern. The flame flickered. "I am here," I said. My voice was thin. "I am here." "Come in." He stepped aside. I entered. The air smelled of wet stone. It smelled of old dust. It...

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