The Golden Suspect

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Act I Did you think I would forget the weight of it? Iain Galloway, they wrote on the form, the name scratched in blue ink that had already begun to fade. I held the brass compass in my palm, the metal warm from the heat of the office, the heat that pressed against the single barred window of the requisitioned cinema. It was 1924, or perhaps 1925, time had blurred like the projection on the...

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