The Golden Suspect
You are standing in the center of the room, your hands clasped tightly behind your back, the fabric of your coat pulling against the buttons as you try to hold yourself together against the sheer weight of the silence that has settled over the small, carpeted office like a heavy, suffocating blanket, while before you sits Margaret Holloway, her face pale and drawn, her eyes fixed on the dark...
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