The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The compass in Elias Thorne’s hand was a dead instrument, its needle spinning in a frantic, meaningless circle that matched the nausea rising in his throat. He stood at the center of the Weeping Labyrinth, a sentient fungal forest that had begun to breathe three days ago, its walls of pale, pulsing mycelium shifting in real-time to the rhythm of his own terror. Around him, the air was thick...

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