The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The air in the pub was thick enough to chew, a brown haze of cheap tobacco and spilled ale that coated the back of Arthur Vane’s throat. He sat hunched over a pint, his hands wrapped around the glass, knuckles white. Beside him, Thomas stirred his tea, his eyes darting to the door every time the latch rattled. Arthur wanted out. He wanted the quiet job at the textile warehouse, the steady...

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