The Golden Suspect

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I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth. The dream was still there, clinging to the backs of my eyelids. I saw my mother’s hand. It was not her hand. It was a golden thing, smooth and cold, pulsing with a light that had no source. It hovered over the mahogany desk of the Chancellor. I reached for it. I wanted it. The need was a physical ache, a hunger in the marrow. I took it. The world...

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