The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The scale reads twelve grams. You check it again, the needle trembling against the brass face, but the number does not change. Twelve grams of distilled water. Twelve grams of nothing. You need thirty. You have forty minutes before the 9:15 train to Leeds, and your mother’s breathing is a wet, rattling sound in the next room, a sound that has no rhythm, no mercy. The clock on the wall ticks....

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