The Golden Suspect
The fire eats the dark. You sit. You are small. The table is long. The table is oak. The oak is black. Smoke curls up. It tastes of ash. It tastes of iron. You are seven. Your name is Thomas. Thomas the Bold. Thomas the Fool. Look at them. The Kings are here. The Queens are here. The Lords are here. They wear gold. The gold is bright. It hurts your eyes. You blink. The pain stays. You are...
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