The Golden Suspect

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The first thing I noticed was the silence. Not the quiet of the night shift, which I had known for twenty years, but a heavy, suffocating stillness that pressed against the eardrums like deep water. I looked down at my left hand. The skin was grey, hard, and cold. It was no longer flesh. It was stone. This happened on the first of November, 1893, three days after the boiler at the Blackwood...

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