The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

Chapter One You remember the smell of the gas ring before you remember the face of the High Warden, a sharp, acrid bite that clung to the wool of your coat long after you left the bedsit. It was a cold morning in Lahore, the kind where the sea fret erases the town and turns the cypress swamp into a grey smear, and you stood before the man in the dark office, your hands shaking not from fear but...

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