The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain against the windowpane was a dull, rhythmic drumming, a sound that had worn down the last of your patience before you had even finished packing the bag. You stood in the center of the small, rented room in the basement, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper. Your hands were trembling, not from cold, but from the sheer exhaustion of holding yourself together. The...

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