The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

You are the master of the house. You are the keeper of the ledger. The ink is still wet. The smell of the factory lingers in your pores, a metallic tang that no amount of lye soap can scrub away. It is 1892. The rain hammers the slate roof of the Whitmore estate. A rhythmic, deafening drumming. You sit in the high-backed chair by the fire. Your hands tremble. Not from cold. From fear. The...

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