The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain drawn tight against the windows of the Whitmore Estate. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet stone and old paper, a perfume of decay that Margaret had grown to love in its quiet way. She stood before the grand mirror in the hallway, her hands trembling slightly as she adjusted the collar of her wool coat. The glass was clouded...

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