The Golden Suspect

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The name was called out in the dusty hush of the library annex, a sharp summons that cut through the smell of mildew and old paper. Thomas Hale looked up from his hiding spot behind the stacks, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird, and saw his father’s shadow stretched long and thin across the floorboards. Mr. Hale was not looking at him; he was looking at the brass compass...

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