The Golden Suspect

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The road was mud. Thick, cold mud. It sucked at my boots. I walked. I had to walk. The sun was low. It hung in the sky like a bruised eye. I saw the path. It was a line of gold. It cut through the grey heath. It looked like a vein of earth. I followed it. My name was Elias. I was a stranger here. I had crossed the border at night. I left my home. I left my wife, Sarah. She looked at me with...

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