The Golden Suspect

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The bell rang. It was a sound like a bone snapping. Captain Elias Thorne woke in the mud. He was not in his bed. He was not in the barracks. He was in the dirt. The dirt was wet. It sucked at his boots. The sky was the color of bruised plums. It hung low. It pressed down. Elias sat up. His head hurt. A sharp pain. A needle in the temple. He rubbed his eye. His hand was stiff. His fingers were...

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