The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The banquet hall smelled of roasted duck and stale perfume. It was a smell that clung to the hair, a heavy, cloying scent that marked you as part of the machinery. You stood at the edge of the room, holding a glass of champagne you did not want. The liquid was flat. It was always flat in the grand halls of the Sterling Institute, a monument to a wealth that had long since curdled into something...

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