The Golden Suspect

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and ozone. It was a sharp, metallic scent that clung to the back of the throat, masking the cloying sweetness of the port. Colonel Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the mahogany table, his hand resting on the cold brass of his sidearm. He did not reach for the wine. He watched the steam rise from the tureens. It curled like a ghost, dissipating into...

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