The Golden Suspect

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The rain hits the mud like a confession you cannot retract. You stand at the edge of the moor, the wind cutting through your wool coat, and you feel the weight of the iron in your pocket. It is a cold, heavy thing. It is a mirror. It is the only thing left of him. You are a man of the law in a time when the law is a jagged stone in your shoe. You have walked these paths for twenty years. You...

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