The Golden Maze

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2026-08-17 15:12:53 -

The Golden Maze

The coughing fit started at dawn, rattling in my chest like a loose shutter on a wind-battered door. I was sitting on the edge of my cot in the quarantine ward of the Ironworks, staring at the condensation beading on the glass of the window. Outside, the city of Oakhaven was waking up, a smog-choked beast exhaling gray breath into the morning air. The air inside the ward smelled of boiled...

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