The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The cellar door burst open not with a creak, but with a splintering roar that shook the dust from the rafters of our modest row house. I was sitting on the floor, my back against the cold brick, watching the mud clog the hem of my trousers. The man who entered was not a burglar. He was my brother, Elias, and he looked as though he had been dragged through a thorn bush and then thrown into a...

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