The Golden Suspect

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The first thing I counted was the hours. Twelve of them, burned into the ledger with a pencil that had worn down to the metal core, each one a small, sharp act of defiance against the silence of the laboratory. I was thirty-two years old, and my hands were stained with the dark, tannic residue of the Willow’s sap, a stain that no amount of scrubbing with pumice stones or industrial solvent...

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