The Golden Maze
The sky did not break so much as it shattered, raining down shards of amber light that turned the air into a viscous, humming gold. It was a catastrophe of beauty, a celestial hemorrhage that bathed the concrete walls of the subterranean command center in a hue that had no name, a color that felt less like light and more like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums. Captain Elias Thorne...
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