The Golden Suspect

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The dream is always the same, a recursive loop of gold leaf peeling from a ceiling in a room you do not recognize. You are standing in a hallway that stretches into infinite darkness, and in your hand is a single, tarnished coin. It is heavy, warmer than it has any right to be, and it pulses against your palm like a second heartbeat. You know, with the cold certainty of the subconscious, that...

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