The Golden Suspect

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2026-08-17 08:00:41 -

The moth hits the glass. You hear it. A dry, frantic slap against the cold pane. It is a large moth, grey and dusty, with wings that look like shredded paper. It beats itself against the window until the sound becomes a dull thud. Then it stops. It hangs there, still, its legs trembling. You watch it. You do not move. You are in the shop. The air smells of beeswax and old wood. You are the...

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