The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain hit the glass. Hard. Cold. I felt it on my face. Even here. Inside. The walls were thick. Stone. Old. They should have stopped it. They did not. I sat. My back was against the door. My hand was on the hilt. Not for a sword. For a gun. Iron. Cold. It bit into my palm. "Is it over, Thomas?" I looked up. Silas. He stood in the corner. Shadows ate his face. His eyes were bright. Too...

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