The Golden Suspect

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The blood from your split lip tastes like iron and old pennies, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat as you press your back against the cold, damp stone of the cellar wall, the roughness of the masonry grinding into your shoulder blades, into the very fabric of your skin, where the cold air of the underground room bites at your exposed neck, a chill that has nothing to do with the...

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