The Golden Maze
The rain slicked the asphalt of the alley behind the courthouse, turning the cobblestones into a mirror that reflected the grey, indifferent sky, and you stood there with your knuckles white around the strap of your bag, waiting for the door to open, knowing that if you did not solve the riddle of the Golden Maze today, you would remain forever the boy who could not even keep a promise to...
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