The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The shrapnel hit the glass. It did not break. It bounced. The sound was a sharp crack, like a knuckle popping. Elias stood in the doorway. He held the compass. It was gold. It was heavy. It hummed. Outside, the sky was gray. The air smelled of smoke. And ozone. The war was here. It was not a metaphor. It was a thing. A physical weight. It pressed against the windows. It pressed against his...

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