The Golden Suspect

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The dream began with the frost. It was a white, crystalline silence that held the world in its grip. Marcus stood in the yard of the old house. The air was sharp. It cut into his lungs. He did not feel cold. He felt only the weight of the stillness. His hands were empty. They had been full once. Now they were just hands. They trembled. A small bird sat on the fence. It looked at him. It did not...

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