The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The brass astrolabe, which I had polished for forty years until its surface was less a mirror of the heavens and more a window into the hollows of my own neglect, sat upon the desk of the City Magistrate, Thomas Bradshaw, a small, cold heart beating in the center of a room that smelled of wet stone and the metallic tang of impending judgment. I stood before him, my hands trembling not from...

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