The Golden Suspect
Chapter One The brass scales in the registry office had not balanced in six years, and Jitka Prochazka knew this not as a curse but as a clerical error she was contractually obligated to correct. The air in the small trades district smelled of damp oak and the metallic tang of the canal water that seeped through the floorboards, a dry thunder of wind rattling the shutters without bringing rain....
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