The Golden Suspect
The first thing Elias Thorne noticed was the weight of the pen in his hand, a heavy, brass-nibbed instrument that felt suddenly alien and dense against the skin of his palm, as if the object had gained mass in the night. He set it down on the mahogany desk with a sharp click, the sound cutting through the low, humming drone of the server room behind him, a constant mechanical breath that had...
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