The Golden Suspect
The letter from the Chief Inspector sat on the desk, the paper yellowed and brittle, the ink faded to a rusty brown that looked less like writing and more like dried blood. Elias Thorne stared at the directive, the words blurring slightly as the air in the room grew thick, a physical weight pressing against his eardrums. It was a simple order: arrest Julian Vane, the junior clerk, for the theft...
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