The Golden Suspect

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The bell tolls. Once. Twice. Three. You count. Always. You are here. In the Hall of Echoes. The stone is cold. It bites your palms. You press them flat. Feel the grit. Feel the chill. Look up. The vault is high. Darker than night. A single torch burns. Sputters. Dyes the air in red. You see the stain. On the floor. It is not wine. It is not blood. It is gold. Liquid gold. It pools. It spreads....

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