The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain fell in sheets of gray iron. It hammered the roof of the carriage, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that vibrated through the floorboards and into the bones of Arthur Penhaligon. He sat alone in the back, clutching a leather satchel against his chest. Inside was the ledger. The old ledger. The one that held the names of every debt, every sin, and every silence in the Whitmore estate for...

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