The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain hammered the tin roof of the inspection shed. It was a rhythmic, metallic drumming that soaked into the bones. Elias stood before the glass tank. The water inside was clear, cold, and still. In the center floated a single eye. It was human. It was not a prop. It was not a toy. It was an eye, wet and unblinking, staring up at him with a terrible, vacant intelligence. Elias was a man of...

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