The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

Willis Fenwick wondered if the concrete remembered what it had been before it hardened. He stood at the threshold of the Institute of Structural Memory, a monolith of grey that rose from the wind-combed plateau like a tooth in a broken jaw. The Pacific Northwest rain had stopped, leaving the air heavy with the scent of wet dust and diesel. His eyes burned, a dry ache behind the sockets that no...

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