The Golden Suspect
The year was 1892, and the air in Elias Thorne’s Denver office tasted of dust and dried tobacco. He stood before the mahogany desk, his hands trembling as he held the gold sample, the metal catching the afternoon light in a way that made his eyes water. Across the room, the Silver King, a man whose wealth was as opaque as a coal seam, waited with the patience of a predator. Elias needed this...
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