The Golden Maze
The rain did not fall so much as it accumulated, a thick, gray silt that settled into the pores of the stone walls and the hollows of the earth, eroding the boundary between the inside and the outside until the distinction became a matter of polite fiction rather than physical fact. Elias Thorne sat in the center of the room, a space that was technically a basement but felt more like the belly...
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