The Golden Suspect

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The rain does not fall; it hovers, a gray mist that seeps into the bone and stays there, turning the marrow to cold water. You are standing in the square, but you are not really there. Your feet are rooted in the wet cobblestones of the old city, yet your mind is drifting upward, into the low, bruised sky where the clock tower chimes the hour that no one else seems to hear. You are the warden....

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