The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The fog in the lamp room did not smell of steam; it smelled of copper pennies and wet ash. Vaino Salminen, forty-two and stiff in the joints, pressed his shoulder against the door of the mine’s lamp room, the bronze pivot groaning in its socket as the cold bit into his wool coat. He was a foreman, a man who counted hours and deducted wages, but tonight he was merely a father chasing a ghost....

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