The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The mortar shell did not scream as it fell, but rather hissed, a dry, tearing sound like old canvas ripping in a gale, and then the world expanded into a blinding, white silence that swallowed the smell of wet earth and the metallic tang of fear. Dr. Elias Thorne lay flat on his back in the trench, his cheek pressed against the cold, damp mud, his eyes wide and unseeing, staring at the grey sky...

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