The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The ink on the ledger was still wet when I saw the smudge on my thumb. It was not a drop of blood, as the town had begun to whisper, but a mark of duty, a brown stain from the walnut wood of the desk I had polished for thirty years. I looked at my hands, those pale, mapped things, and felt the weight of the air in the library. It was a heavy, industrial air, thick with the scent of coal dust...

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