The Golden Maze
The ledger sat on the mahogany desk, its spine cracked, the pages yellowing into a brittle map of debts that no one in the department of archival records at St. Jude’s Asylum for the Incurably Insane wanted to look at, and Margaret Holloway, who had spent forty years smoothing the wrinkles out of the institution’s bureaucratic soul, picked it up with the same careful, trembling hands she used...
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