The Golden Suspect

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The fog rolled off the moor. It was thick. It was grey. It tasted of salt and rot. Edward Ashworth walked through it. He wore a heavy wool coat. The fabric was rough. It scratched his neck. He did not care. He walked with purpose. He was the Inspector. He was the law. He carried a ledger. The leather was stiff. It held the names. The names were ink. The ink was black. He sought a thief. The...

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