The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The air in the village of Oakhaven did not merely smell of damp moss and decaying leaf litter; it carried the heavy, metallic tang of suspended judgment, a scent that coated the back of Margaret’s throat like a film of cold grease, rendering the simple act of breathing a conscious, laborious negotiation with the atmosphere that seemed to press against her eardrums with the weight of centuries....

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