The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The train cut through the rain-slicked darkness of the Pennsylvania corridor, a steel needle stitching the night together, and I sat in the upper berth, clutching the small, velvet-lined box that had been my mother’s before it became mine, and before that, perhaps, her mother’s. The air in the carriage was thick with the smell of wet wool and stale coffee, a mundane scent that felt obscenely...

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