The Golden Maze
The clock tower in Oakhaven did not just mark time; it swallowed it, its shadow stretching long and black across the cobblestones like a bruise that refused to heal. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of that shadow, his hands trembling not from the November chill but from the desperate, hollow ache of a man who had run out of options. He was twelve years old, though his eyes held the weary,...
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