The Golden Suspect

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The brass casing of the compass caught the slant of afternoon light, a small, defiant sun in the gloom of Arthur Vane’s office. He turned it over in his fingers, the velvet cloth worn thin from years of use, his thumb tracing the hairline scratch near the hinge that Elara had made the winter before she died. It was a minor blemish, a flaw in the gold, but to Arthur it was the most honest thing...

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