The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain did not fall so much as it was deposited upon the city, a heavy, grey silt that settled into the crevices of the cobblestones and the hollows of the horse troughs. It was the kind of weather that made the industrial district of Northbridge smell of wet iron and stale coal smoke, a scent that clung to the wool of a child’s coat and refused to wash out. Thomas Whitmore stood at the edge...

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