The Golden Suspect

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The bell rang. Not a chime. A scream. I left my mother. I left the house. I left the name I had been given. The fog was thick. It tasted of iron and old blood. I walked into the mist. It swallowed my feet. It swallowed my ankles. It swallowed my knees. I was running. Or perhaps I was being carried. The world dissolved. I stood in a hall of glass. The walls were made of mirrors. But they did not...

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