The Golden Harbor
Chapter One "You are bleeding on the carpet, Inspector," Halloway said, his voice steady as a metronome, while the chandelier swung above them in a slow, drunken arc, dropping shards of crystal onto the mahogany table. Noraini binte Mohamed stood in the center of the Golden Harbor banquet hall, the dust of the ceiling still settling on her shoulders like snow, her hand pressed against the side...
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