The Golden Suspect

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I woke with the taste of copper and old rain in my mouth, the dream still clinging to me like wet wool, a suffocating shroud made of shattered glass and the screaming of engines. It was a dream of a building, a great, brutalist tower of concrete and steel that I had once called home, now lying in ruins, its bones exposed and broken against the sky. I sat up in the narrow cot in the holding...

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