The Golden Suspect

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Act I Mona Amin’s hands were buried in the suds of a basin, scrubbing the grease from a customer’s cuticle. The water was cold, the kind that bites the knuckles, and the soap smelled of cheap lavender and old rust. She did not look up when the magistrate entered the salon, his boots heavy on the tile. He wore a coat of black wool, damp at the shoulders, and his eyes fixed on the gold shimmering...

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