The Golden Maze
The mist did not lift. It thickened. Captain Elias Thorne held the fern. It was dry. Crisp. Dead. He walked through the reeds. The water was cold. It bit his shins. He did not stop. He could not stop. Behind him, the sound of boots. Heavy. Rhythmic. "Keep moving, Captain." It was Major Halloway. His voice was flat. A drone. Elias kept walking. The fern crushed in his hand. Green sap stained his...
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