The Golden Suspect
Chapter One You would not have believed it possible to lose a man while he sat three feet from your elbow, yet that is how it happened. Bjorn Aas, twelve years old and unpaid for a season, stood in the shrine’s storage room where the winter dark pressed against the shutters like a physical weight. The air smelled of damp wool and the sharp, metallic tang of the fish market’s freezer room, a...
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