The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The train smelled of coal dust and wet wool. It was a grey morning, the kind that pressed against the windows of the carriage like a damp cloth. I sat in the corner, my back against the wood, clutching a tin box in my lap. The metal was cold. Inside, wrapped in oilcloth, were the tablets. They were small, yellow things, no bigger than a lentil. They had once been medicine. Now they were weight....

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