The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The cold at Blackwood Station is a physical weight, pressing against your coat as you stand on the departure platform, clutching the sealed ledger to your chest. It is 1912, and the winter air bites through the wool, sharp enough to sting the exposed skin of your neck. You are thirty years old, a Royal Mail Inspector with ten years of service, yet you feel like a stranger in your own uniform....

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