The Golden Maze
The brass key arrived on a Tuesday in November, wrapped in oil-paper the colour of dried blood, addressed to Sebastian Finch-Hattington-Crozier from a woman named Margaux Dubois-Lefèvre who had been dead for eleven years. The key was small, antique, the sort that opens nothing anyone would recognise. It belonged to a locker at Victoria Station, or a safety deposit box at Barclays, or—most...
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