The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The steam rose in thick, white plumes from the iron lungs of the city, a perpetual fog that tasted of sulfur and old copper. You stood at the edge of the Foundry, the air thick enough to chew, your hands trembling not from the cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence inside your chest. This was the beginning of the end, or perhaps the beginning of the true beginning, though it...

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