The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The autumn light of 1342 did not fall into the nave of St. Jude’s so much as it bled through the shattered rose window, pooling in jagged, golden wounds on the cold stone floor where I stood, my hands still stained with the lead and putty of my trade. I am Elias, a master glazier of forty years, and my want is simple, brutal, and immediate: to complete the commission before the winter solstice...

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