The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old stone. It was a heavy scent, cloying and sweet, hanging thick in the air under the vaulted ceilings. Colonel Elias Thorne sat at the high table, his uniform pressed to a razor’s edge. He watched the firelight dance on the silverware. His hands were still. They were always still. Beside him, his younger sister, Clara, picked at her food. She...

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