The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The wind did not howl in the valley of Oakhaven; it whispered, a dry, papery rustle that seemed to strip the skin from the ancient oaks lining the riverbank. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the property, his breath misting in the thin, cold air, watching the last of the movers’ trucks disappear down the winding gravel road that led out of the community. He was a man composed of sharp angles...

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