The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The dust in the records room did not settle; it hung in the slant of afternoon light like a suspended judgment, coating the spines of ledgers that Elias Thorne had cataloged for twenty years with a fine, grey powder. He sat alone at the heavy oak desk, the only sound the ticking of a clock that had lost its minute hand years ago, and in his palm he held the gold brooch of his late wife, Clara....

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