The Golden Suspect

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The ledger counted three hundred and twelve jars of sap, each valued at forty shillings, a sum that exceeded the annual wage of a senior clerk by a factor of six. Elias Thorne stood in the courtyard of the Ironclad Prison, the rain slicking the cobblestones into a mirror of grey mud, and he counted the drops falling from the eaves to keep his hands from trembling. He was forty-two years old, a...

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