The Golden Suspect

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The house breathed. That was the only way to describe it. It inhaled the damp of the valley and exhaled a scent of old pine and wet stone. I stood in the foyer. My shoes were wet. The floorboards groaned under my weight. It was not a dream. Or maybe it was. The line was thin. I had come for the money. That was the simple truth. The debt was a noose around my neck. It tightened every time I...

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