The Golden Suspect

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The mud sucked at Elias’s boots. He pulled free. Left. Right. The forest was a mouth. It wanted him. He ran. Breath tore in his throat. Cold air. Sharp. He was not a man anymore. He was a lung. A heart. A bag of bones. The border was close. He could feel it. The line in the snow. The line in his head. He stopped. Skied. Slipped. “Get up,” he whispered. His hands shook. He looked at them. Dirty....

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