The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The fire started in the basement of the old textile mill, a low, hungry orange that licked the floorboards before leaping into the rafters. Elias Thorne stood on the bridge of the suspension bridge, his coat buttoned to the chin, watching the smoke rise like a black pillar into the gray, industrial sky. He did not look back. He was holding the ledger. It was a small, leather-bound book, heavy...

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