The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The fog had been following Elias Vane for three days, a cold, wet thing that smelled of coal dust and old iron. He counted the shillings in his pocket, twelve in total, enough for a loaf of bread and a candle, but not enough for the doctor who had pronounced his father’s lungs beyond repair. The workhouse was waiting, a stone building on the hill that swallowed men who could no longer work, and...

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