The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The fog did not merely settle upon the valley of the Ironworks; it consumed it, a thick, gray wool that strangled the sound of the churning mills and swallowed the light of the gas lamps until the world was reduced to a hollow, breathing thing. I stood at the edge of the cliff, my boots caked in the red clay of the old mine shafts, watching the mist roll over the jagged teeth of the rock where...

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