The Golden Suspect

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The foreman called my name from the top of the stairs, his voice flat and dry as the dust in the air. Elias, he said, and I felt the word land in my chest like a stone dropped into a well. I was thirty years old, and my heart was a bad clock, ticking unevenly in the dark of my ribs. I had come to Blackwood Asylum to clear the final inventory. The building was decommissioned, its windows...

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