The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain had not stopped in three days, turning the cobbled streets of Ashworth into a slick, grey mirror that reflected the smog-choked sky above. Arthur Penhaligon stood on the threshold of the manor, his coat heavy with water, watching the mud swallow the footprints of the man who had just left him. It was a departure that felt less like a goodbye and more like an amputation, a sudden...

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