The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

Chapter One The canals of Venice do not sleep; they churn, a tea-colored slurry of commerce and decay that smells of brine and rotting kelp. The archive ships groan in their moorings, their hulls heavy with the weight of recorded history, while the knackers haul the day’s dead from the bed-sits along the waterline. I am Pietro Zito, a medic on the Santa Lucia, and I am forty years old, though...

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