The Golden Maze
The rain lashed against the soot-blackened windows of the municipal clock tower, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate through the very marrow of your bones, a physical reminder of the city’s grinding, indifferent machinery. You stood in the shadow of the great pendulum, its arc sweeping through the dust and the cold air with the heavy, inevitable grace of a scythe harvesting...
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