The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The first thing I noticed was the cold, not the pain, but a distinct, metallic chill that settled into the marrow of my left hand. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday, the days in the Whitmore estate had begun to bleed into one another like watercolors left in the rain, and I was sitting at the heavy oak table in the kitchen, watching the dust motes dance in the shafts of afternoon light...

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