The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The ink did not dry so much as it seeped, a slow, black hemorrhage into the porous grain of the parchment, forming letters that trembled with a life of their own, curling at the edges like burnt leaves. Elias Thorne sat in the back of the carriage, the rattle of the wheels on the cobblestones a steady, mechanical heartbeat that kept time with the throbbing in his temples. Outside, the city of...

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