The Golden Maze
The rain against the high, arched windows of the St. Jude’s Orphanage dormitory was a rhythmic, relentless drumming that seemed to drown out the silence within. You sat by the cold iron stove, your hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had long since gone lukewarm, watching the steam curl into the grey air. In your lap lay a small, velvet-bound book, its cover worn soft by decades of careful...
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