The Golden Suspect

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The ledger lay open on the scarred oak desk, the paper yellowed and brittle as old skin, and I was pressing my thumb into the ink to dry the entry when the smell hit me, that thick, copper-and-gut stench that rose from the floorboards of the slaughterhouse office, a scent that had seeped into my pores over twenty years of service in the Chicago Stockyards and now seemed to breathe against the...

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