The Golden Suspect

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The scales were short again, the brass pans dipping unevenly as I watched the grain pour, a steady, dry hiss in the heat that made noon impossible to bear. I am Radmila Karapetyan, though the name is only ink on the lease, a mark of obligation on my father’s trembling hand, and I stand here in the model flat of the estate, the air thick with the dust of marble hills cut open by the sun, waiting...

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