The Golden Suspect
The brass compass lay on the nightstand, its needle trembling violently in the dark, pointing nowhere. Elias woke with a gasp, the phantom weight of his father’s body still pressing against his chest, the smell of copper and rain clinging to his skin. He was twelve years old, and the nightmare was always the same: his father, Arthur, running through the fog, the gun in his hand, the bullet...
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