The Golden Maze
The Golden Maze CHAPTER I The envelope arrived on a Tuesday, which was the first impossibility. Second was the handwriting inside—Clara's, but older, the way trees look older when you know them as stumps. Third was the single sentence: You need to follow the maze. Not the one at Woburn. The one I built. Eleanor Voss sat at her kitchen table in Hampstead and read the sentence three times. The...
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