The Golden Suspect

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The ledger in Elias Thorne’s head counted three days since the strike, and in that time the damp of the barracks had seeped into his bones until his joints clicked like dry twigs. He lay on the narrow cot, the wool blanket stiff with sweat, watching the candle flame bend in the draft that whistled through the broken windowpane. In the dream, the gold had not been solid; it had been liquid, a...

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