The Golden Suspect

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The silver compass ticked against Elias Thorne’s thigh, a sound like a watch wound too tight, as he adjusted the collar of his grey suit. He sat in the back row of the Grand Hall, his hands resting on his knees, fingers stained with the ink of a life spent cataloging other people’s lives. The air smelled of roasted lamb and floor wax, a cloying mixture that coated the back of his throat. He was...

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