The Golden Maze
The carriage wheels ground against the cobblestones of the high street, a rhythmic, grinding complaint that echoed in the hollow of Elias Thorne’s skull as he watched the house emerge from the grey, industrial fog that clung to the town of Millhaven like a shroud. He had come from the distant, sun-baked plains of the West, where the air was dry and the silence had a weight to it, to this place...
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