The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The intercom crackled, a sound like dry leaves skittering across concrete. Sergeant Elias Thorne did not flinch. He stood in the center of the primary chamber, the air thick with the metallic tang of ozone and something sweeter, like burnt sugar. The walls were not stone. They were a shifting, viscous gold, pulsing with a faint, rhythmic heat that pressed against his skin like a fever. "Thorne,...

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