The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain had been falling on the roof of the Whitmore house for three days straight. It was a cold, metallic drumming, the kind that seeped into the bones of the house and the bones of the people who lived in it. You sat in your workshop, the air thick with the scent of turpentine and old wood shavings. Your hands were stained dark with walnut stain, the ink of your trade working its way into...

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