The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The banquet hall smelled of roasting goose and old paper. Miles Thorne sat at the far end of the long oak table. He was a small man. His clothes were ill-fitting. They hung on him like wet sails. His hands were still. They rested on the white tablecloth. He watched the steam rise from his plate. The steam twisted. It looked like a question. No one else asked questions. They ate. They drank....

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