The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

I woke not to the light of dawn but to the weight of the iron, a cold and familiar thing that had fused itself to my consciousness like a second skull, humming with a low, tectonic vibration that seemed to rise from the very bedrock of the house where I had spent my solitary life in the town of Oakhaven. It was the compass, the brass-bound instrument that had belonged to my father, Edward,...

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