The Golden Suspect

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2026-08-19 21:15:51 -

The air in the room is stale. It tastes of dust and old paper. You sit in the corner. Your knees are drawn up. The chair is hard. The floor is cold. You are here. You have been here for years. Or maybe it is only days. Time has no shape inside these walls. It pools like water in a broken cup. The door opens. Light spills in. It is thin. It is gray. A man enters. He is tall. He wears a coat that...

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