The Golden Maze
He woke in the dark. The air was thick. It tasted of iron and old dust. Silence held the room. Silence held the world. No sound moved. No breath stirred. Elias lay still. His back ached. The stone floor pressed cold against his spine. He opened his eyes. Nothing changed. Darkness remained. Absolute and heavy. He sat up slowly. His joints popped. A dull pain throbbed in his knees. He looked...
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