The Golden Suspect

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I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. It was not blood. It was copper. The metallic tang of the old pipes in the walls of the dormitory. I lay on the thin mattress. The sheets were damp. I felt the weight of the silence. It pressed against my chest. I could not breathe deeply. The air was stale. It smelled of sweat and old paper. I sat up. My head throbbed. I looked at my hands. They were...

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