The Golden Suspect

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The first thing I remember is the sound of the glass shattering. It was not a single crash, but a sustained, high-pitched scream that seemed to originate from the air itself. I was standing in the middle of the kitchen, my hands empty, my eyes fixed on the floor where the pieces of the mirror lay like a field of broken teeth. My mother stood behind me, her hand on my shoulder, her grip so tight...

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