The Golden Suspect

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"You’re doing it again, Julian. You’re tracing the letters with your finger like they’re made of honey. Stop it." My wife, Clara, stands in the doorway of our study, her arms crossed over a dress that is too light for the November chill pressing against the windows. The air in the room is thick, stagnant, smelling of old paper and the sharp, metallic tang of the ink I have been using to copy...

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