The Golden Suspect
The taste of iron and copper floods your mouth before you open your eyes. You are not in the office anymore. You are not in the sterile, humming silence of the forensic analysis lab where you have spent the last three years cataloguing the residue of other people’s lives. You are standing in a courtyard of grey slate, under a sky that is the color of bruised plums. The air is thick, heavy with...
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