The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The gray wool coat hung on the back of the chair in the center of the cell, a silent sentinel in the sterile white room. It was a heavy thing, dark and thick, smelling faintly of damp wool and the metallic tang of old blood. Elias Thorne sat on the narrow bunk, his hands folded in his lap, watching the fabric ripple slightly in the draft that leaked under the door. He did not look at the clock....

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