The Golden Maze
The letter was not paper, but a sliver of bone, cold and sharp against the skin. It was etched with a symbol that pulsed like a vein, a golden maze that shifted when Elias looked away. He woke with the taste of iron in his mouth and the conviction, absolute and terrifying, that he had been erased. The city of Oakhaven lay outside his window, a sprawling grid of glass and steel under a sky the...
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