The Golden Suspect

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2026-08-19 09:43:59 -

The watch was gold. Heavy. It sat on my wrist like a shackle forged for a king. It had been mine for twenty years. I wore it every day. Rain or shine. It was the only thing that felt like me. I was a sergeant. I kept the peace in Oakhaven. A small place. Dirt roads. Brick houses. The air always smelled of coal and wet leaves. I loved my town. I loved the rhythm of the shift. The quiet. Then the...

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