The Golden Suspect

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The memorandum lay on the oak desk, its edges curling slightly in the dry, heated air of the magistrate’s office, a thin rectangle of cream paper that smelled faintly of old ink and the lavender water Magistrate Vane used to clean his spectacles. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hands clasped behind his back, feeling the dampness of his palms seep into the wool of his cuffs, while the light...

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