The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The air in the library did not smell of dust or decay, as one might expect of a place buried beneath the roots of an ancient oak forest, but of ozone and wet stone, a scent that clung to the back of Julian’s throat like a persistent cough. He sat at a desk that seemed to be carved from the very bone of the earth, his fingers trembling slightly as he traced the spine of a book whose cover was...

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