The Golden Maze
The bone snapped with a sound like a dry branch breaking in a winter forest, a sharp, definitive crack that echoed off the soot-blackened brickwork of the factory district, and I felt the immediate, hot surge of blood rushing to my wrist as the fracture set, a sudden, blinding white light that replaced the gray, industrial fog of the city. I was not a man who broke things lightly, I was a man...
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