The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The brass gear was warm in my palm, smooth and unyielding, a small sun of polished metal that had been cold to the touch for three hours. I turned it between my thumb and forefinger, feeling the microscopic ridges of the teeth, the faint oil that had soaked into the grain of my skin over twenty years of work, and then I looked up to see Inspector Harrow standing in the doorway, his hands...

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