The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The air in the Hall of Councils did not smell of incense or old parchment, as the histories of the old aristocracy claimed, but of wet iron and ozone, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat with every shallow breath he drew. He stood at the edge of the marble dais, his uniform a tattered grey thing that had once been crisp enough for a parade, now stained with the grime...

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