The Golden Suspect

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The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a cold, grey breath that settled upon the wet stone of the Grand Hall like a shroud. In the center of this cavernous space, where the vaulted ceilings soared into a darkness that swallowed the chandeliers, Elias Thorne stood with his back against the cold marble of the pillar. He was a man of forty years, though the last decade had...

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