The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The pain in my left knee was a white hot spike. I held it. I did not cry out. The iron door groaned against the rusted hinges. Dust motes danced in the beam of my lantern. I pushed. My hands shook. Not from fear. From the cold. I am a scholar of dead things. Papers. Ink. The scent of mildew. But I am old. My body is a traitor. It betrays me at every turn. I need the key. I need it now. The...

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