The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The sky over the valley of Kestrel Creek had turned the color of a bruised plum before the first bell rang. It was a sound that did not belong to the church, nor to the school, nor to the wind in the bare oaks. It was a low, grinding thrum that vibrated in the marrow of the teeth, a vibration that smelled of ozone and old copper. Silas Vane stood in the center of his workshop, a space that was...

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