The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The ink is wet. That is the first thing I notice. The second thing is the sound of my own breathing, a wet rattle in the back of my throat that I have ignored for six months. I am Elias Thorne. I am fifty-two years old. I am a retired sheriff of Harrow’s Creek. I am sitting at the oak table in the community hall, and my hands are shaking. The shaking started in the fingers, then the wrists,...

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