The Golden Suspect

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The soot fell like black snow. It coated the tongue. It filled the lungs. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the ruined textile mill. His coat was torn. His hand was bleeding. He held a magnifying glass. It was cracked. He looked at the fire. The fire was eating the walls. The wood screamed. The iron groaned. He did not blink. He did not move. He was a statue of dust and ash. The smoke was...

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