The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain fell on the cobblestones. It slicked the stones black. I stood under the eaves of the chapel. My breath misted in the cold air. The smell of wet wool hung heavy. It hung in my throat. I was nine years old. I wore a coat too large for my shoulders. The fabric smelled of mildew and old smoke. I waited for Father Thomas. He did not come. The bells did not ring. The sky was a bruise....

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