The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The cellar was not a room so much as a throat, a narrow, damp gullet that swallowed the light before it could reach the stone floor. Thomas Bradshaw sat in the center of it, his back pressed against the cold brick, his knees drawn up to his chest like a shield. The air tasted of wet earth and old iron, a metallic tang that coated the back of his tongue and refused to wash away. He was alone, or...

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