The Golden Suspect
Marceline Soileau had spent twenty years in the Ministry of Colonial Records, a tenure defined less by promotion than by the quiet, grinding accumulation of dust in her lungs, a condition the physicians in the capital called glassblower’s breath but which she knew was simply the price of breathing air that had once held the scent of cane and salt. She stood now in the basement archive, the air...
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