The Golden Maze
The hall smelled of wet wool and coal smoke. Rain lashed the high windows. Glass shook in its frames. A low rumble of thunder rolled across the valley. Inside, the air was thick with heat and noise. Men crowded the tables. Their breath fogged in the chill air. They drank dark beer. They shouted over the band. The band played a reel. It was fast and frantic. Thomas stood by the door. He wore his...
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