The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The steam was thick. It tasted of iron and old pennies. "Left," I said. My boots scraped the grating. The sound was sharp. It cut through the hiss. "Right," Elias whispered. His voice was thin. It sounded like paper tearing. We were deep in the Loom. The great textile engine that powered half of Ashworth. It was a beast of brass and steam. It groaned. It shook. The walls sweated. I looked at...

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