The Golden Suspect
Chapter One Was there a moment when the light failed, or had it simply never been strong enough to hold the shape of the men in the room? Kenji Kimura stood in the doorway of the study, his back pressed against the cold metal of the frame, listening to the rain strike the hull plating with a sound like static from a dead radio. The air in the corridor was thick with the recycled scent of ozone...
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