The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain fell in sheets. It hammered the tin roof of the watchtower. It was a cold, industrial rain. It smelled of iron. It smelled of rust. Silas stood. He was alone. The city sprawled below. It was a maze of smoke. It was a web of brick. It was a cage of stone. He watched it. He watched the lights flicker. He watched the steam rise. He felt the weight of his coat. He felt the weight of his...

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