The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The light in the district was thin, hard as a blade, cutting through the dust of the abandoned canals. It did not soften the decay of the oil town, nor did it warm the interiors of the houses where the walls sweat with humidity and old grief. I was Pedro Santos, thirty-two years old, a man who had spent his life recording the movements of others while his own remained a locked door. I wanted...

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