The Golden Suspect

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The brass is cold, a specific, biting chill that seeps through the leather of your fingers and settles deep into the marrow of your knuckles, a sensation that has become so integral to your identity that you can no longer distinguish the metal from your own skin, nor the weight of the instrument from the gravity of your soul. You are holding the calipers, the vernier scale extended to its...

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