The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

He woke to the smell of coal dust and wet wool. The dream had been a labyrinth of gold. Not metal, but light. A sun trapped in glass corridors that spiraled down, down, into the dark. He had walked it. He knew every turn. He had built it. Now, in the cold room of the carriage, the gold was gone. Only the soot remained. Elias Thorne sat up. His joints creaked. The sound was dry, like old leaves...

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