The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The coat was not new, but it had been mended so many times that the patches had become part of its identity, a topography of survival stitched in grey thread. I wore it to the office every day, a heavy wool thing that smelled of damp wool and old tobacco, a smell that clung to the fibers like a ghost refusing to leave. My name was Arthur, and I worked in the basement archives of the municipal...

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