The Golden Suspect

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Anouk Etienne, thirty-two, sat in the damp cellar of the town hall, the ink on her fingers black as dried blood, trying to close the books on a dead man’s debts. The air was heavy with mildew and old paper, a physical weight that pressed against my chest, making each breath feel like a laborious task. I had been the midwife for this village for six years, delivering its children and burying its...

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