The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The fog rolled in from the harbor of St. Ives, thick and gray as wet wool, swallowing the stone breakwater and the masts of the fishing boats until the world was reduced to a circle of damp air and the smell of brine and old iron. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the pier, his leather satchel heavy against his hip, the brass compass inside ticking softly, a metronome for a heart that had...

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