The Golden Suspect
You wake in the dark. The air is thick. It tastes of coal and old blood. You are in a cell. The walls are stone. They are cold against your back. You do not know how you got here. You do not know who you are. You are a man. You are a soldier. You wear a coat. It is torn. It is black. A light cuts the dark. It is thin. It is yellow. It comes from a crack in the door. You watch it. It moves. It...
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