The Golden Maze
The rain hits the windshield with a rhythmic, bruising persistence that feels less like weather and more like an interrogation. You are driving, your knuckles white against the leather steering wheel, the heater blasting a dry, sterile warmth that does nothing to thaw the ice accumulating in your chest. The town of Harrowgate is not a place you visit; it is a place you are summoned to, and the...
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