The Golden Suspect

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The rain does not fall so much as it is imposed upon you, a heavy, cold ledger of water that turns the gravel road into a slick, treacherous tapestry of mud and stone. You are walking. You have been walking for three days, perhaps four, though the sun has not risen to confirm the days, only the perpetual grey smear of the sky above. Your boots are soaked through to the bone, the leather stiff...

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