The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The air tasted of copper and ozone. Elias stood at the edge of the chasm. Below, the city sprawled like a circuit board, glowing with the cold light of ten million lives. He held the vial in his left hand. It was small. Glass. Thick. Inside, the liquid swirled. Gold. It moved with a viscosity that defied physics. It did not slosh. It pulsed. He was a chemist. Or he had been. Now he was a...

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