The Golden Maze
The heavy oak doors of the Whitmore estate groaned against the damp November air, a sound that resonated deep within the marrow of young Elias’s bones as he stood before the grand foyer, holding the brass key that his late father had left in a sealed envelope, the metal cold and unyielding against his palm, a tangible anchor to a past he was now determined to dismantle. The house, a sprawling...
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