The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The bell tolls. Not a chime, but a heavy, iron clang that shakes the dust from the rafters. You are in the Hall of Records. The air is thick with the smell of dried ink and old paper. You are the Keeper. You have been the Keeper for thirty years. Your name is Arthur. It is not a name you choose. It is the name of your office. You sit at the desk. The wood is cold. You wear gloves. They are...

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