The Golden Suspect

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The bill lay on the mahogany desk, its ink still wet, smelling of iron and vinegar. Elias Thorne picked it up, his fingers trembling not from cold but from the sudden, sharp tightness around his wrist. The gold locket, worn on a chain so thin it was nearly invisible, had closed with a sound like a bone snapping. He did not look at the paper. He knew what it said. It said that the estate...

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