The Golden Suspect

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The banquet hall of the Whitechapel Guild Hall smelled of stale beer and damp wool, a cloying sweetness that clung to the throat. I stood near the pillar, holding a glass of warm sherry I had not sipped, watching the crowd surge around the dais where the Inspector General was speaking about the sanctity of the Empire’s borders. My younger brother, Julian, sat at a table with our mother, his...

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