The Golden Oath
The bell rang. It was the third time. You checked your watch. You checked the log. You checked the window. Nothing moved. The air in the station was stale. It smelled of dust and old paper. You are a detective. Not a cop. A detective. You investigate things that do not fit. Things that are wrong. A knock at the door. You did not move. You held your breath. The wood creaked. Someone was inside....
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