The Golden Suspect

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The fire takes the chapel first. You watch it from the ridge, the smoke a black tongue licking the grey sky. It is not a natural fire. The flames are blue at the core. They eat the stone. They eat the wood. They eat the memory of the place. You stand still. Your boots are wet with dew that is turning to ash. You are a guard. You are a man who holds the line. But the line is burning. You run...

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