The Golden Suspect

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You wake with the taste of iron on your tongue. The air is thick, heavy with the scent of ozone and old stone. It is the Hall of Whispers, or so the texts call it, though here it feels less like a place and more like a memory of a scream. You are not in your bed. You are not in your office. You are in the dream, the deep dream that has been pulling you under for months, the one where the...

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