The Golden Suspect

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Act I The caravanserai at the edge of the cypress swamp did not sleep, it merely waited for the toll to be paid. The air was heavy with wet wool and the sharp, metallic tang of the first frost that had bitten the tea-colored water three days prior. Hasan Celik stood in the doorway of the workhouse dining hall, his boots heavy with mud, watching the foreman, a man named Yilmaz whose heart was as...

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