The Golden Maze

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2026-08-21 12:08:36 -

The Golden Maze

The rain did not fall so much as it hammered, a relentless, industrial drumbeat against the slate roof of the Grand Hall. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and old money, a heavy, suffocating atmosphere that pressed against the skin of everyone present. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the marble floor, his coat buttoned to the throat, his hands trembling slightly in his...

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