The Golden Suspect
The night train to the border shudders into the station, a metallic groan that vibrates through the soles of your shoes and settles in your teeth. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and you are leaving everything you have ever believed in behind you, including the man who used to be you. In your coat pocket, wrapped in oilcloth, lies the ledger, its spine cracked and its pages fraying under the...
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