The Golden Suspect

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2026-08-22 15:19:12 -

Vane, you’re late again. The voice came from nowhere and everywhere, a dry rasp that seemed to scrape against the back of my throat before I even turned to look. It was the mirror in the hallway, that long, warped slab of glass that had been hanging in the corridor since I moved into this damp, soot-stained room in Blackwood three weeks ago. It reflected my movements, but always three seconds...

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