The Golden Suspect

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The mud on my boots was thick and cold, tasting of iron and wet earth as I hauled the body over the threshold of the white room, which was not a room at all but a membrane of light suspended in a void that smelled of ozone and old pennies, a place where the laws of physics had gone soft and forgotten themselves, and I, Sergeant Elias Thorne, a man who had spent twenty years patrolling the grey...

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