The Golden Suspect

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The clock ticked. It was a large clock. It sat on the desk. It had no hands. Only the face. And the sound. Tick. Tick. Tick. I stood in the corner. My name is Silas. They called me the Ghost. Not because I was dead. But because I was there. And not there. I am a creature of the office. A fixture. Like the carpet. Like the light. But I breathe. And I bleed. And I age. The air was dry. The air...

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