The Golden Circuit

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The train arrived at dusk, carrying the smell of wet wool and diesel. Margot stood on the platform in Harrowgate, her coat buttoned to the chin, watching the fog roll off the tracks. She was not here for the house. She was here for the evidence. Or so she had told herself for three years, ever since the letter from the solicitor in London arrived, thin and gray as ash, naming her as the sole...

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