The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain had been falling for three days, a grey, relentless sheet that turned the moor into a soup of peat and rot. I left the station in Ashford not because I had to, but because staying meant breathing the same stale air as the men who had signed my discharge papers. My name is Elias Thorne. I was a sergeant in the border guard, a man whose life was measured in checkpoints and the weight of...

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