The Golden Suspect

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The leather strap of my holster cut into the callus on my thumb as I tightened it for the third time. I was checking the cylinder of my Colt, the metal cold against my fingertips, while the fog rolled off the valley floor like a tide of grey wool. It was November, 1912, and the air in the Blackwood Valley tasted of sulfur and wet iron. I wanted Silas Vane. I wanted him before the ice locked the...

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