The Golden Suspect

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The flood came at midnight. It did not roar. It seeped. You felt it first in the floorboards of the basement, a wet, cold sigh rising through the wood, then in the walls, a dark stain spreading like a bruise. You woke before the water touched the bottom step. You did not scream. You simply sat up, the springs of the bed creaking under your sudden weight, and listened to the silence that was no...

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