The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The cellar smelled of wet rot and old iron. Elias pressed his back against the cold stone, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. He was thirty years old, a man who had once held a chair at the university in Oxford, now reduced to a squatter in his own ancestral home. The house, Blackwood Manor, was not merely a building; it was a living thing, a predator wrapped in timber and mortar. The...

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