The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The fire started in the basement, a slow, hungry thing that ate through the oak beams with a sound like tearing canvas. I was in the attic, surrounded by my life’s work, when the smoke began to curl into the rafters. It was a Tuesday, gray and wet, the kind of day that makes the bones ache. I held the velvet box in my hands, my knuckles white, my breath shallow in the sudden heat. Inside lay...

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