The Golden Circuit
14 October 1893 The rain has not stopped in three days. It drums against the windowpane of my cell, a rhythmic, hollow sound that matches the ache in my jaw. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a constable of the Ashworth County force, and I am a prisoner in my own town. Magistrate Halloway has framed me for embezzling funds from the orphanage charity. The evidence is paper, signed with my...
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