The Golden Suspect

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He dreamed of gold. Not the gleaming, hard coin of the treasury, but the soft, yielding dust that settles in the creases of old velvet. It was a dream without shape, only weight. It pressed against his eyes. It coated his tongue. Waking was a shock of cold air. The stone floor bit into his cheek. He pushed himself up. His joints cracked. He was in the Archive. The air smelled of dust and dried...

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