The Golden Suspect

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I tasted the blood. It was iron. It was old. It was mine. We stood in the square. Rain slicked the cobblestones. The city slept. It did not sleep. It watched. I looked at Thomas. He held the knife. The blade was curved. It was black. It was not metal. It was shadow made sharp. "Let go," I said. My voice was small. Thomas smiled. It was not a smile. It was a wound. "I cannot," he said. His eyes...

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