The Golden Suspect
The road was red. It was wet. It was endless. Elias walked. He carried a sword. The sword was cold. The air was thin. He climbed. The stones bit his feet. He did not stop. He could not stop. He was a soldier. He was a ghost. He was a mistake. The mist rose from the valley floor. It swallowed the world. It swallowed his past. It swallowed his name. He walked into the white. He walked into the...
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