The Golden Maze
Thorne. The name is a stone dropped into still water. It ripples outward, breaking the surface tension of the antechamber. You stand in the center of the marble floor, the cold seeping through the soles of your boots, a chill that has nothing to do with the season and everything to do with the weight of the leather satchel in your hand. Inside the satchel is a single document, sealed with black...
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