The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The cold bites through your wool coat. It is a wet, industrial cold. The kind that settles in the bones and stays. You are standing in the basement of the Mill. The air smells of rust and old sweat. Your name is Thomas Bradshaw. You are a sergeant. You have done your time. You have kept the peace. But peace is a lie here. The lights flicker. They are always flickering. The bulb above the...

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