The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The house was dying. It breathed in the damp air of the valley, a slow, rattling exhalation that stirred the dust on the floorboards. Margaret stood in the center of the hall, her hands resting on the banister. The wood was cold. It was slick with a moisture that had no source. She had come here to find the heart of the house, the thing that kept it standing against the encroaching rot. She had...

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