The Golden Suspect

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The dream began with the smell of ozone and wet stone, a scent that had no place in the sterile, white-walled interrogation room of the 14th Precinct in Boston, yet it clung to my nostrils with the tenacity of a lover who refuses to be dismissed. I was standing in a corridor that stretched out into an infinite, pale fog, the floor paved with tiles that hummed beneath my boots with a low,...

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