The Golden Suspect
I woke with the taste of iron and dry earth in my mouth, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and refused to be washed away by the shallow sips of water I forced down in the blue, pre-dawn light that filtered through the sheer curtains of the guest bedroom. For a moment, I did not know where I was, or who I was, only that a heavy, suffocating pressure sat upon my chest, a physical...
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