The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

I dreamt of gold. Not the metal. The light. It poured through the window of the archive, liquid and heavy, settling on the dust motes that danced in the stagnant air. I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue. The taste of blood. The taste of knowing. I am Thomas Bradshaw. I am a restorer. I mend what is broken. That is my trade. That is my curse. The office was cold. It was always cold. The...

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