The Golden Maze
The ice axe bit into the surface with a sound like a bone snapping. Elias stood in the center of the frozen lake, his boots slipping on the black glass beneath him. The crack spread from his left heel, a jagged white line that raced toward the horizon. He raised the axe again, the metal heavy in his trembling hand, and struck the ice to stabilize his footing. The vibration traveled up his...
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