The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain in the barracks did not fall; it seeped, a cold, mineral weeping from the stone walls that settled into the marrow of Sergeant Elias Thorne. He sat on the edge of his cot, the fractured golden compass resting in his palm, its hum a low, resonant frequency that vibrated against his shattered teeth. For twelve years, the Iron Guard had been his world, a rigid geometry of duty and...

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