The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The building was a cube of glass and steel. It rose from the grey sludge of the industrial district, a monolith that drank the light and gave back only a cold, blue glare. Elias Vance stood in the lobby. He held a clipboard. It was heavy. The weight was in his hands. The weight was in his bones. He was a man of small stature. His clothes were ill-fitting. They were too large. They hung off his...

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