The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

Vane, Arthur Vane, you look like a man who has swallowed a rusted nail. The voice was Dr. Thorne’s, thin and reedy, cutting through the heavy silence of the townhouse study. Arthur did not look up from the brass cage on his desk. Inside, a canary lay on its side, its tiny chest still, its feathers matted with a fine, gray dust that looked suspiciously like the soot from the mill district. The...

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