The Golden Suspect
Thorne, get away from that escapement before you break it, or Halloway will have your pension and your hands together. The voice cut through the low, resonant hum that had been vibrating in my molars since dawn, a sound so deep it felt less like noise and more like a physical weight pressing against the bone. I did not turn to look at Silas, my apprentice, who stood in the doorway of the...
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