The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, grey mist that settled into the pores of the skin and the crevices of the cobblestones, turning the city into a damp, breathing thing that seemed to exhale the cold from the bones of the earth. Thomas Ashworth stood in the doorway of the apothecary, his hands wrapped around a bottle of tincture that had gone cloudy in the heat,...

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