The Golden Suspect

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The report is rejected, Wanthanee. Act I The smell of wet iron and old coal hung in the shaft mouth, a thick, metallic fog that coated the back of Wanthanee Chantharat’s throat. He stood before the collapsed mine entrance, the thirty-four-year-old constable clutching a brass compass that had begun to spin wildly, its needle trembling not toward north but toward the earth’s molten core. The...

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