The Golden Suspect

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The iron key was cold. It sat in my palm, heavy as a stone. I held it for an hour. The room was dark. The walls were stone. The air smelled of damp and old blood. I am a soldier. I keep the gate. I watch the door. My brother is behind the door. His name is Thomas. He is quiet. He does not shout. He sits in the corner. He watches the wall. I watch him. He watches me. The Commandant came today....

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