The Golden Scar
The house breathes. You can hear it in the walls. A low, rhythmic creak that sounds like a lung filling with air. You have been here for three days. Three days since the letter arrived. Three days since you put on the grey suit and drove the long way through the rain. You are looking for the truth. Or so you tell yourself. The badge on your hip feels heavy. It is a dead weight. It pulls at your...
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