The Golden Suspect
Chapter One Opal Yancey looked back on the winter of his resignation, not with the clarity of a man who has escaped, but with the dull ache of a bruise that refuses to heal, a heaviness in the chest that no amount of rest could lift, and a strange, light-headed arrogance that had begun to settle into his bones like sediment. He had wanted to retire before his sixtieth year, to step away from...
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