The Golden Suspect

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2026-08-20 20:53:44 -

The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, blurring the horizon into a grey smear. I walked the ridge line, my boots sinking into the mud that had turned the path into a slurry. Behind me, the caravan of supplies lay abandoned. The horses had bolted an hour prior, spooked by the thunder or perhaps the silence that followed it. It did not matter. What mattered was the sack at my hip. Inside,...

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