The Golden Suspect

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The bell struck three. Elias stood at the window. The glass was cold. It bit into his palms. Outside, the rain fell. It fell on the iron roofs. It fell on the soot. It fell on the street below. He watched the water. It moved in lines. Dark lines. Bright lines. He turned back to the desk. The papers lay there. They were flat. They were white. They were still. He picked up a pen. The ink was...

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