The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The fog did not roll in from the sea, as one might expect in this part of the coast, but rose from the black, wet soil of the moor, a thick, living thing that tasted of iron and old rain, swallowing the world whole until only the immediate, trembling breath of the woman walking and the rough, fibrous texture of the brambles scraping against her wool coat remained, and she walked, Margaret, with...

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