The Golden Maze
The carriage wheels churned through the slush of the High Street as Dr. Elias Thorne watched the grey facade of the Royal Sanitarium shrink into the fog, a final, bitter glance at the institution that had swallowed his ambition whole. He was forty years old, a man whose life had been measured in footnotes and peer reviews, yet in his satchel he carried a vial of liquid gold that promised to...
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