The Golden Suspect

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The chandelier hung low. It swung. Glass teeth bit the air. Arthur stood by the window. Rain lashed the glass. He was a soldier. He wore a suit. It fit wrong. The fabric pulled at his shoulders. He felt heavy. He felt old. Inside, the party roared. Wine sloshed. Laughter was sharp. It cut the silence. Arthur did not laugh. He watched. His eyes were flat. They saw the blood on the floor. It was...

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