The Golden Suspect

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Act I Carl Hutchins was counting the pins in his collar when the scratching started. It was a dry, rhythmic sound, like sand being poured from children’s shoes, rising from the plaster behind the ledger shelf. He ignored it. His job was the actuarial table for the textile district, a task that required his full attention and no more. The office of the Meridian Insurance Exchange was silent...

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