The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the corrugated tin roof of the supply depot, a rhythmic, metallic drumming that masked the heavier sounds beneath. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the room, his back against the cold wall, his hands still wrapped in the white cotton bandages he had tied himself with trembling fingers. The air smelled of wet wool, stale coal smoke, and the...

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