The Golden Maze
Chapter One The ice storm had stripped the elms bare along the quay, their branches snapping under the weight of the frost until the street lay quiet and white. In the narrow lane behind the fish market, Niamh Lenehan stood before her copper still, the air thick with the sharp, metallic tang of distilled spirits. Her hands, usually steady enough to thread a needle in the dark, trembled as she...
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