The Golden Maze
The rain in Harrowgate had turned the cobblestones into mirrors. They reflected the grey sky and the dark, wet trees that lined Main Street like silent sentinels. Elias Thorne walked with his head down. His boots were heavy. The leather was soaked through. He did not mind the cold. He minded the silence. For ten years, Elias had kept the peace. He was the town’s enforcer. Not a cop, not a...
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