The Golden Suspect

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Chapter One The key was warm, which was wrong, because keys are cold things, made of dead metal, and yet it burned against my palm like a coal pulled from the hearth. I woke with it in my hand, the brass teeth biting into the meat of my thumb, the lock it was meant for humming in a frequency I felt in my teeth rather than heard with my ears. This is the third time this week. The first time I...

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