The Golden Suspect

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The ink on the ledger was still wet, glistening like a wound that had not yet learned to scar, when the shadow detached itself from the wall. You stood in the center of the shop, the air thick with the scent of cedar shavings and the metallic tang of ozone, your hands hovering over the counter as if you were a surgeon waiting for the anesthetic to take hold. This was not a dream, though the...

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