The Golden Suspect

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The roast pig hung from the hook like a dark, swollen heart. The smell was thick. It coated the back of my throat. I wanted to gag. I did not. Elias stood beside me. His hand was warm on my shoulder. He smelled of gun oil and old wool. "Look," he whispered. We were in the town square. The lanterns flickered. Shadows danced on the cobblestones. Everyone was eating. Everyone was laughing. But I...

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