The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The velvet lining of my father’s cloak had begun to rot before he died, a subtle decay that smelled of wet earth and old iron, a scent that clung to the wool like a persistent ghost. I remember holding the garment in my hands, the heavy fabric pooling on the stone floor of the archive room, while the dust motes danced in the single shaft of light that pierced the high, narrow window. I was the...

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