The Golden Suspect

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Chapter One My hands were deep in the mortar, the trowel scraping against the rough concrete of the foundation as I tried to hold the line. The cold had frozen the well three days ago, turning the water into a block of ice that cracked under the weight of the wind. I was forty-five years old, and my knees ached with the dampness of the northern prairie, a pain that sat in the joints like a...

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