The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that turned the world outside the high windows of Blackwood Hall into a blurred, indistinct smear of mud and stone. Silas Vane stood in the center of the library, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the dust motes dance in the single shaft of light that dared to penetrate the gloom. He was a man of middling...

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