The Golden Maze
The iron door opened with a groan that shook the dust from the rafters. Elias stepped into the hall. The air was thick. It smelled of wax and old stone. He wore his coat. It was grey. It was worn thin at the elbows. He had worn it for twenty years. It was the only thing he had brought from the ship. He walked forward. His shoes clicked on the marble. The sound was small. It was swallowed by the...
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