The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The cold in the archive was a physical weight, pressing against the sternum, a damp chill that settled into the bones of anyone who stayed past the hour when the gas lamps were dimmed to save on the municipal budget. Margaret Holloway sat at the long oak table, her fingers stained with the grey dust of crumbling paper, listening to the wind rattle the high, narrow windows that looked out over...

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