The Golden Suspect
The fire took the roof before it took the walls, a sudden, violent exhalation of heat that turned the night into a blinding white. You stood in the yard, the soot already caking your eyelashes, watching the house you had built with your own hands collapse into a heap of glowing embers. It was not an accident. You knew that with a certainty that felt like a physical weight in your chest, heavier...
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