The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell in gray sheets, blurring the line between the earth and the sky. Captain Elias Thorne rode through the mist. His horse, a tired bay named Silas, picked its way over the mud. Thorne’s hands were cold. They were numb. He could not feel the reins. He could not feel his own fingers. The leather bit into his palms. He did not pull back. He needed the...

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