The Golden Suspect

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The pills were yellow. I kept them in a ceramic bowl. A chipped bowl. Blue glaze. It sat on the nightstand. Next to my phone. Next to the glass of water. I did not touch them. I only looked. They were smooth. They were round. They were small. I was alone. The house was quiet. A heavy quiet. The kind that presses. Against the ears. I was an investigator. For the firm. We dealt in secrets. In...

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