The Golden Suspect

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The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a cold, heavy mist that seeped into the very marrow of your bones as you trudged along the muddy track that wound through the Appalachian foothills, a path that seemed to stretch not merely into the distance but into the depths of your own fading sanity, where the boundary between the physical world and the spectral one had long since...

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