The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The train hisses. Steam coils. You step off. The platform is cold. Iron rings the air. You carry the box. It is heavy. Wood. Brass. Locked. You look up. The city waits. Brick and soot. Smoke chokes the sky. The year is 1914. The air tastes of coal and fear. You are Thomas. You are the keeper. You are the son. Your father is gone. Dead. Or so they say. The letter said dead. The stamp was red....

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