The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey veil that smelled of wet iron and the rotting sweetness of the autumn leaves piled high against the foundation of the house, a scent that had seeped into the very marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones over the forty years he had served as the warden of this isolated, stone-walled estate on the edge of the moor. He stood alone in the...

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