The Golden Suspect

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The rain had been falling for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the house, a relentless, hollow rhythm that seemed to count down the seconds of my remaining life. I sat in the armchair by the fire, the leather cracked and soft with age. My hands were still. They were always still. But inside, there was a storm. You were standing by the window. You looked so small. You had moved...

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