The Golden Suspect

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I had been walking for what felt like an eternity, though the sun remained fixed in a bruised and swollen horizon, refusing to set or rise, a pale eye staring down at the dust that kicked up in my wake. The road was not a road but a ribbon of memory stretched taut across the landscape, leading inevitably toward the house that had swallowed my childhood whole. I was a boy again, or perhaps I was...

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