The Golden Suspect

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I dreamed of a throat. It was not a human throat, though it moved with the distinct, rhythmic pulse of life. It was a column of pale marble, smooth and cold, rising from a foundation of black iron. The air in the dream was thick with the scent of ozone and burnt hair. I reached out to touch it. My fingers brushed the surface. The stone was warm. Then it cracked. A fissure ran from the base to...

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