The Golden Suspect

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He wore the coat. It was yellow. Not gold. Yellow. Like the sickness in his eyes. Colonel Elias Thorne stopped. He did not run. Running was for boys. He stood in the mud. The mud was black. It sucked at his boots. It wanted to keep him. The forest was dead. No birds. No wind. Just the trees. They stood like judges. They held their breath. Elias looked at the coat. It hung on a branch. A low...

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