The Golden Suspect

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The mud in the cellar was cold enough to crack the skin on my knuckles, and I could smell the damp rot of the earth rising up to meet me. "You are certain it was him, Thomas?" I asked, wiping the slurry from my hands onto my trousers. The man did not look up from his pipe, the smoke curling around his face like a grey shroud. "Who else would be so foolish as to take the gold?" he said, his...

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