The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

Anneliese Hofmann knew the weight of the stolen manuscript before she felt the cold rain soak through her coat, a heavy, wet thing that pressed against her hip like a second, dying heartbeat. She stood at the base of the forty-two of the Tannery Steps, the rain drumming a relentless, metallic rhythm on the slate, and looked up at the university archive, its windows glowing with a sickly, amber...

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