The Golden Maze
The golden maze of Kensington Gardens had always belonged to children. Its hedges, trimmed into impossible shapes over decades, were a puzzle designed for small hands and patient feet—follow the right path and emerge at the penny candy stall near the east gate, take a wrong turn and find yourself staring at the face of a stone knight who had watched generations of mothers push prams along the...
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