The Golden Suspect

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The rain is not falling; it is being thrown. It hits the slate roof of the watchtower with a sound like gravel, a relentless, horizontal sheet of ice that turns the highland air into a solid, gray wall. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and your hands are locked around the iron pickaxe, the metal biting into your calluses as you drive it into the wet stone of the gate’s foundation. You want to...

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