The Golden Maze
Chapter One "You cannot fix the alignment with gold," Chen said, his voice flat as the linoleum under our feet. I looked at the compass in my hand. The jade was cold, heavy, and cracked down the middle. I had held it for ten years, ever since Father died, believing the fracture was a flaw in my own making. We stood in the parlor of my old house on seventy-one of Candlewick Row, a place...
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