The Golden Suspect
Chapter One Teunis Hoekstra’s hands were already deep in the grease of the canning line when the fog rolled off the canal, thick and physical, pressing against the factory windows like a living thing. He counted the jars, one, two, three, his mind racing to keep the tally straight while the machine screamed its metallic hymn, a sound that had replaced the bells of the closed chapel next door....
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