The Golden Suspect
Chapter One "You cannot take the coat off, Ernst. Not until the magistrate signs the release." The voice came from the doorway, low and wet with the damp of the spring flood that had swallowed the lower town. Ernst Werner stood by the window, his back to the room, watching the water lap against the foundation stones of the rented rooms on the riverbank. He was thirty-four, though the gray at...
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