The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The steam hissed. It cut the air. You wiped your face. The soot was thick. It tasted of iron. You stood in the corridor. It was long. It was dark. The gaslights flickered. They buzzed. They were weak. You held the ledger. It was heavy. The paper was brittle. You counted the pages. One. Two. Three. You stopped. The number was wrong. You turned the page. The ink was fresh. It shone. It looked...

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