The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The page slipped from my fingers, curling at the corner like a dead leaf, and I had to press it down with the heel of my hand to keep it flat. The silence in the stacks was heavy, a physical weight that pressed against my eardrums, and the only sound was the dry crackle of my knuckles as I forced them straight. I am forty-five, and my hands are betraying me, a slow, creeping numbness that...

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