The Golden Maze
Act I Who was the man in the mirror? Anna Grabowski asked the glass, but the glass only held her back, a thirty-four-year-old border guard with a jaw set like stone. She woke in the narrow room above the union hall, the north wind rattling the sash window until the conversation with the night died out. Outside, a lorry reversed, its horn a low, eternal groan that seemed to last for days,...
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