The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

"Look," said the Sergeant. "Look at the line." Thomas stood at the edge of the moor. The rain was a fine, grey mist. It clung to his wool coat. It smelled of wet iron. It smelled of old blood. He did not look at the line. He looked at his hands. They were shaking. "Thomas," the Sergeant said. His voice was low. It was soft. "The boundary is there. It has always been there." "I see it," Thomas...

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