The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The wind off the black water tasted of iron and old salt, a flavor that coated the back of my throat and settled into the hollows of my lungs like a fine, grey dust. I stood at the edge of the shingle beach, my boots sinking into the wet grit, watching the gulls scream their ragged, broken cries above the churning surf. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday, the days had begun to bleed into...

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