The Golden Suspect
You arrive at the edge of the valley on a morning so thick with mist that the world beyond the immediate treeline ceases to exist, reducing your perception to a narrow corridor of wet bark and the heavy, sweet rot of fallen leaves that crunches beneath your boots with a sound like breaking teeth. You are walking toward the house, that isolated stone structure perched on the ridge, but you are...
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