The Golden Maze
The banquet hall in the village of Oakhaven was a cathedral of gold leaf and stale wine, a place where the air hung heavy with the scent of roasted pheasant and the quiet desperation of men who knew their time was running out. Elias Thorne stood at the center of it all, not as a guest, but as the host, his eyes scanning the room with the meticulous, predatory focus of a man calculating the cost...
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