The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The iron gates of the Holloway Institute stood ajar, breathing in the damp chill of the November morning. Inside, the air smelled of wet wool, coal dust, and the sharp, metallic tang of heated brass. Elias Thorne stood before the great furnace, his hands trembling slightly as he adjusted the pressure valves. He was not a man. This was a fact he had learned to carry with the quiet weight of a...

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