The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The ink was still wet on the corner of the blueprint, a dark, viscous pool that threatened to bleed into the white of the paper, when I heard the first scream. It was not a scream of pain, but of recognition, a sound that seemed to come from the very cobblestones beneath my feet in the narrow alley of New Carthage. I was forty years old, a man who had built his reputation on the precise...

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