The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The dream was always the same: a left hand, severed at the wrist, crawling across wet stone toward him, fingers hooked and grasping. Elias Thorne woke with a gasp, the taste of iron thick on his tongue. He was thirty-two years old, a captain in the Iron Guard, and his left arm hung useless at his side, the flesh grey and brittle from the necrosis that had started in the last skirmish. He...

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