The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The fog in the valley did not rise; it pooled, thick and cold as the condensation inside a tin cup, swallowing the foot of the mountain and the jagged ironworks of Blackwood Industrial until only the skeletal spires of the chimneys remained, piercing the gray sky like broken teeth. Silas Vane sat on the edge of the stone bridge, his legs dangling over the black water of the river, and waited....

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