The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The train rattled into Oakhaven just as the fog was lifting off the quarry, a grey mist that smelled of wet iron and old earth. I stepped onto the platform, my hands still stained with the chalk dust of the journey, my mind fixed on the single, desperate arithmetic of my existence: the vault of St. Jude’s Chapel, the inheritance for my daughter, and the silence that had swallowed my wife. I was...

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