The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The brass key was warm in my hand. It had been in my pocket for three days. It felt like a second heartbeat. I held it up to the candlelight. The metal was worn smooth. The teeth were blunt. It looked like a tooth pulled from an old man’s jaw. I am a man of questions. Or so I thought. I am a man of answers. Or so I have been told. My name is Elias Thorne. I find what is lost. I find what is...

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