The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The air in the conservatory tasted of ozone and wet iron. Elias Vance did not breathe. He stood rigid, his fingers locked around the brass stem of a thornless rose that had bloomed only seconds ago, its petals a violent, impossible crimson that pulsed in time with his own erratic heart. The glass panes around him vibrated with a low, subsonic hum, a frequency that rattled the teeth in his...

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