The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The town of Oakhaven smelled of wet slate and old copper. It was a smell that settled in the lungs and stayed there, a residue of the mills that had once defined the valley and now merely scarred it. Margaret Holloway carried the scent on her coat as she walked the cobbled lanes, her boots clicking a sharp, urgent rhythm against the stones. She was not walking to work. She was not walking to...

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