The Golden Suspect

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The bell rang. It was a dull sound. Like a stone hitting iron. I looked up. My hands were in the bowl. The water was black. It smelled of rust. "Thomas," the Warden said. He stood in the doorway. He held a ledger. His eyes were hard. "You are late." I wiped my hands. The water dried on my skin. It left a stain. "The fire was low," I said. My voice was quiet. "I was tending it." "The fire is...

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