The Golden Suspect
You wake in the dark. The air is thick. It tastes of iron and old dust. You are in a room. The walls are stone. The ceiling is low. You do not know how you got here. You know only that you are here. Your head aches. A dull, heavy pulse. You try to sit up. Your body feels wrong. Too heavy. Too cold. You look down. Your hands are pale. They are trembling. You see a bandage wrapped around your...
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