The Golden Maze
Chapter One "You’re going to ruin the collection, Sylvio," the junior colleague whispered, his voice trembling with a fear that seemed entirely disproportionate to the humidity in the room. I did not look up from the specimen tray. The air in the archives was thick, a physical weight that pressed against the temples, smelling of damp paper and the metallic tang of old iron. I was thirty-four...
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