The Golden Suspect

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The dream was not of sleep but of stone, a thick, wet mastic that cloyed the throat and filled the lungs with the scent of damp mortar and ancient, calcified blood, where the walls breathed in a slow, rhythmic heave that synchronized with the pounding of a heart that had long since ceased to beat in the living world, and in this suspended reality, where the light was the color of bruised plums...

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