The Golden Suspect

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2026-08-19 02:15:48 -

The table is long. It stretches from the window to the hearth, a wooden spine holding up the weight of the evening. You stand at the head. Your hands are still. They are never still. They are always moving, sorting, pricing, touching the grain of things to know if they are true. Tonight, your hands rest on the oak. You do not touch the glass. You do not touch the meat. You wait. The room is...

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