The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The dream did not have the texture of sleep. It had the grit of sandpaper and the cold, metallic taste of iron filings. Elias Vane woke with the sound of his own breathing in his ears, a rhythmic, wet percussion that seemed too loud for the silence of the stone room. He lay on a pallet of straw that smelled of mildew and old urine, the ceiling above him a vaulted arch of rough-hewn limestone,...

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