The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey, suspended fog that smelled of wet iron and old pennies. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots sinking into the slick earth. Behind him, the convoy was gone. The engine noise faded into a low, thrumming hum that vibrated in his teeth. He was alone. Or he thought he was. The structure of the place was wrong. The Golden Maze, they...

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