The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of wet wool and the cold, metallic taste of old coins on the tongue. Dr. Arthur Penhaligon was standing in the center of the town square, but the square was not the square. The cobblestones were made of compressed whispers, and the sky above was a bruised purple, heavy with a rain that fell upward, dissolving into the clouds like sugar in hot...

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