The Golden Suspect
Chapter One "You are being very loud, Galina. The air scrubber filter is overdue, and your coughing is shaking the dust from the rafters." I did not look up from the ledger. The sound of the band rehearsing in the lower deck was a dull, rhythmic thud that vibrated through the soles of my boots, a constant reminder that we were alive only because the machinery held. I was the head archivist of...
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