The Golden Suspect

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Act I Antonio D'Angelo was forty-two, and his hands smelled of the salt brine that never quite washed out of his wool tunic. He stood in the front room kept for funerals, the air thick with the damp weight of the midsummer rain hammering against the shutters. Outside, the chains and pulleys of the harbor clanked in a rhythm that matched the thud of his own weary heart. He held the brass seal, a...

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