The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The alarm did not wake Major Elias Thorne. He was already standing at the edge of a cliff that did not exist, the wind tearing at his uniform, holding a compass whose needle spun with a frantic, golden blur. In the dream, the compass was the only thing that was real, and the needle pointed not North, but inward, into the hollow of his own chest. He woke to the gray, flat light of a temporary...

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