The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The fog rolled in thick as wool. It tasted of iron and old rain. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the gate. He held his rifle loose. His hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. The institution loomed behind him. A labyrinth of brick and steam. The Warden watched from the balcony. His face was a mask. Elias knew the rules. Break the line, and you die. Stay in the line, and you rot. He had stayed...

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