The Golden Suspect

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The air in the harbor quarantine hut smelled of wet wool and rust, a scent that clung to the back of Ray Dobbs’s throat. He sat at the desk, the one with the drawer that stuck, and watched the golden moth settle on the rejection letter. It was a small thing, no larger than a fingernail, its wings pulsing with a light that had no source in the room. Ray had come to prove his brother’s death was...

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