The Golden Suspect
The platform at Central Station was a place of concrete and steam, a grey throat where the city exhaled its industrial breath, and Inspector Elias Thorne stood there with his hands clasped behind his back, watching the figure of his wife, Clara, shrink into the distance as the 4:15 to the coast pulled away, the departure not a dramatic tear but a quiet severing, a finality that left him...
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