The Golden Suspect

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The dream always ends the same way. I am walking a long, paved road of beaten gold, the surface smooth and unyielding under my shoes. Then the light shifts, and the gold turns to ash, crumbling through my fingers as I try to hold it. I wake with the taste of dust in my mouth, the silence of the archive heavy in my ears. It is forty degrees below zero outside, but the heating in the State Bureau...

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