The Golden Suspect
The rain hits the tower. It hits the stone. You feel it. Your armor is wet. It is heavy. You stand on the battlement. The wind howls. It is cold. You are a soldier. You are alone. The castle is old. It is yours. It is a ruin now. The walls are thin. The mortar crumbles. You touch the brick. It flakes away. Dust falls on your hand. You wipe it off. You look at your wife. She is in the hall...
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