The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The ink on the study walls has begun to move again, crawling in slow, deliberate loops that spell out names I thought I had buried with my father. I am fifty-two years old, a retired police captain, and I am standing in the hallway of our ancestral manor, watching the letters form the word *Guilty* in a script that looks disturbingly like my own. I want to sell this house. I need the money....

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