The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain slicked the cobblestones of Millhaven into a dark, trembling mirror. You stand on the bridge, the iron railing cold against your palms. Your father is dead. He died in the night, his breath finally surrendering to the silence of the house. But you are not alone in your grief. You are wearing the coat. It is not just a coat. It is a skin made of wool and memory, heavy with the scent of...

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