The Golden Maze
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray veil that turned the windows of the Ministry of Internal Security into blurred, weeping panes of glass through which the city below looked less like a place of living people and more like a collection of shadows waiting to be erased. Marcus Vane sat in the corner of his office, a space so sparse it seemed to have been scrubbed clean of...
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