The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The dream was a corridor of endless iron, the floor slick with a viscous, amber fluid that smelled of burnt copper and old blood, stretching out into a darkness that did not end but merely thickened until it became a solid wall of shadow against which Sergeant Elias Thorne pressed his back, his breath ragged in his chest as he watched the golden light pulse in the distance like a trapped...

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