The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The oak doors groaned as they closed behind Elias Thorne, sealing him out of the cold November air and into the suffocating warmth of the Great Hall. He stood in the shadow of the archway, his tweed coat damp with sleet, watching the figures across the polished floor. They were not men, really. They were shapes carved from parchment and ink, bound by the red leather of their tenure and the gold...

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