The Golden Suspect

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The dream was not a narrative but a texture, a heavy, golden dust settling over the eyes of Arthur Penhaligon. In the dream, he was not an old man in a wheelchair, nor was he the disgraced former Chief of the Royal Mint’s security division. He was a child again, standing in the courtyard of his father’s estate in Cornwall, holding a spoon that burned with the heat of the sun. The metal was not...

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