The Golden Suspect

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey veil that turned the cobblestones of the Old Quarter into mirrors of shattered twilight, and in the center of this grey suspension stood Elias Thorne, a man whose bones seemed to ache with the specific, hollow resonance of a bell that has been rung too many times and is slowly forgetting the shape of the sound it once made,...

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