The Golden Suspect

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The town of Vinterhavn smelled of wet wool and the sharp, metallic tang of the telegraph exchange, a scent that clung to the skin like a second, heavier coat. Harald Holm stood at the head of the long oak table, the air thick with the grease of roasted pork and the stale smoke of pipe tobacco, his eyes fixed not on the faces around him but on the small, smooth object resting in the palm of his...

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