The Golden Maze
The iron key was cold in the grip of Captain Elias Thorne, its teeth chipped and dark with age. It was the only object in the world that still felt real to him, a heavy, jagged anchor against the tide of the shifting grey fog that had swallowed the countryside three days prior. He stood at the edge of the precipice, where the solid earth of the old world ended and the translucent, humming ether...
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