The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, turning the gravel courtyard of the Blackwood Asylum into a slick, grey mirror. Elias Thorne stood beneath the eaves, his fingers white-knuckled around a leather-bound ledger. He was forty-two, a man eroded by years of clerical work and a single, consuming obsession. In the ledger were the records, the dates, the signatures that proved his father,...

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