The Golden Maze
The rain fell in sheets. It hammered the cobblestones of the old city. The gutters ran black. Elias walked. He walked alone. The weight of his uniform pulled at his shoulders. The brass buttons were cold. They were heavy. They were his cage. He was a man of the law. A soldier of the state. His name was Elias Thorne. He had served for twenty years. He had kept the peace. He had kept the order....
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