The Golden Suspect

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The brass key was cold, a slab of metal that bit into the calluses on my palm, a physical reminder that I had paid for this entry, not earned it. I stood before the oak door of the Oakhaven Municipal Archives, the damp air of the coast seeping into the wool of my coat, and I knew, with the dull certainty of a man who has read too many foreclosures, that I was already trespassing. I was there to...

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