The Golden Suspect

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Chapter One The valley of the Tisza lay flat and white under the glare of the ice field, a steppe that swallowed the horizon where the dead machines of the reclamation yard rusted into the snow, their iron ribs exposed like the bones of giants long since buried. In this landscape of silence and salt, the only sound was the sharp, metallic cry of the camp whistle, a signal that cut through the...

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