The Golden Suspect
He woke in the dark. Not a dream. A trap. The air tasted of iron and old dust. Cold stone pressed against his back. He tried to move. His body refused. Who is there? Silence. Then, a whisper. You are late. Who? A shadow detached from the wall. It had no face. Only a mouth. Run. He ran. But the walls closed. They were breathing. Stone lungs. He screamed. No sound came out. His hand went to his...
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