The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain did not stop. It hammered against the slate roof of the apartment building in Chicago, a relentless, gray drumbeat that matched the thudding of Elias Thorne’s heart. He stood by the window, his hands resting on the cold glass. They were large hands, scarred at the knuckles, hands that had once held a rifle and now held only a mug of black coffee that had gone cold hours ago. Below, the...

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