The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain did not fall. It pressed. Margaret stood in the center of the hall, her hand wrapped around the hilt of the brass key. The metal was cold. It was colder than the air. It was colder than the blood in her veins. The key was heavy. It pulled at her fingers. It wanted to drop. She did not let it go. The room was small. It was a cellar. The walls were stone. The stone was wet. The water...

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