The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The banquet hall in the old textile mill smelled of roasted garlic and ozone. Clinking glasses. Laughter. The air was thick, heavy with the humidity of the city and the sweat of the crowd. Marcus stood by the window. He watched the rain smear the neon lights of the street into long, bleeding streaks. Red. Blue. White. It looked like a wound that would not close. "You’re staring again," a voice...

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