The Golden Suspect

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The vibration had stopped, and that was the first wrong thing. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the Vaulted Reading Room, his hand hovering over the desk where the Gilded Locket should have been. The air in the archive was always thick with the scent of decaying lignin and the dry, metallic taste of old ink, a smell that had settled into the pores of his skin over twenty years of service....

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