The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The water in the well had been undrinkable for nine days. That is how I counted it. Nine days of the village elders arguing in the square, their voices dry as the cracked earth around the stone rim. Nine days of my father, Thomas Bradshaw, standing at the gate of the hedge maze, his face a mask of sorrow that did not change even when the wind tore at his coat. I was twelve years old, and I had...

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