The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

He woke with the taste of iron on his tongue. It was a cold morning. The light came through the high, narrow windows of the workshop, thin and gray as old wool. Elara was already gone. Her side of the bed was cold. The sheet had a hollow where her body had pressed for hours. He did not check the clock. He knew the time. It was the time when the bells of St. Jude’s began their low, mournful...

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