The Golden Suspect

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The mud is not merely wet but heavy, a thick, sucking clay that pulls at your boots with the desperate, clinging tenacity of a drowning man’s fingers, and you are running, not away from the shelling that has turned the treeline into a jagged skeleton of splintered oak and burning leaves, but toward the house, that great, rotting edifice of stone and silence that sits at the end of the lane like...

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