The Golden Suspect
The rain has not stopped for three days. It falls in heavy, grey sheets against the window of your cell, a relentless drumming that mixes with the drip of water from the leak in the stone ceiling. You are alone. You have been alone for a long time, but the silence here is different from the silence of the barracks, or the silence of the field. This is a silence that has teeth. It chews at your...
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