The Golden Suspect

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The clock in the administrative tower of the Blackwood Ironworks did not tick so much as it exhaled, a long, shuddering breath that seemed to synchronize with the pistons of the great engines below. Arthur Penhaligon, a man whose life had been measured in ink stamps and ledger lines, sat at his desk in the seventh-floor office, watching the dust motes dance in the shaft of afternoon light that...

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