The Golden Suspect

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The dinner service clatters. It is a metallic sound. Sharp. It cuts through the humid air of the dining hall. You sit at the head of the table. Your hands are folded. You do not touch your fork. The silverware is cold. You feel the chill in your knuckles. Eleanor Fairchild pours the wine. It is red. Deep. It looks like dried blood in the glass. She places it before you. She smiles. It is a...

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