The Golden Suspect

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey veil over the Thorne estate, turning the courtyard into a mirror of bruised sky. Elias Thorne knelt on the wet slate, his knees numb, the chisel biting into the oak of the front door with a sound like snapping bone. He was thirty-two years old, and his hands, once steady enough to copy the parish records, now trembled with a violence that...

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