The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain had stopped, but the pavement still held the cold, slick memory of it, and Elias stood with his hand pressed flat against the wet iron railing of the hospital courtyard, his knuckles white, watching the black hearse disappear into the grey traffic without a sound. He was fifty-two, and his body felt like a machine that had been running too long on dry bearings, the joints grinding with...

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