The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The vial sat in my palm, cold and heavy, a small golden cylinder no larger than a thumb. I held it up to the light of my desk lamp, the only source of illumination in the apartment, and watched the amber liquid catch the beam. It was a strange thing to hold, a secret distilled into glass. Six months ago, I had been a senior archivist at the National Library, a man of quiet habits and dusty...

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