The Golden Suspect

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The wind did not howl that night; it whispered, a low, continuous hiss of gravel against the tires of the armored vehicle, a sound that drilled into the bones of Sergeant Major Elias Thorne. He sat in the front passenger seat, his hands resting on his knees, fingers interlaced so tightly the knuckles had turned the color of old parchment. He was sixty-three years old, a age that should have...

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