The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The air in the carriage smelled of coal dust, damp wool, and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone that clung to the skin after a long day’s labor in the mills. Elias Thorne sat in the corner, his knuckles white as he gripped the leather handle, his eyes fixed on the rhythmic blur of the passing landscape. He was a man whose face had been worn smooth by the friction of years, a craftsman of the old...

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