The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The brass gear sat in your palm, cold and heavy, its teeth worn smooth by decades of friction. It was the heart of the Golden Maze, the last piece of your father’s legacy, and you were holding it because the rest of the machine was gone. The workshop smelled of oil and rain, the dampness creeping up from the cellar where the humidity had long ago warped the floorboards. You set the gear on the...

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