The Golden Suspect

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The road was red dust and dry bones. Elias walked it. He had walked it for thirty years. His boots were thin. The leather had worn through to the sole. It did not matter. The ground was hard. It bit back, but Elias did not flinch. He carried a satchel. It was heavy. Inside was a single brass compass. The needle did not spin. It trembled. It pointed north. Always north. He was looking for a...

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