The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The dream came to him not as a whisper but as a heavy, wet drag of iron against stone, a sound that lived in the marrow of his bones before he opened his eyes to the grey, weeping dawn of the city. Thomas Bradshaw lay in the narrow bed of the watchtower, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old rust, and he felt the weight of the law upon his chest like a physical thing, a slab of cold...

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