The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The voice came from the fog, low and ragged, calling his name as if summoning a dog from a muddy field. Elias Thorne did not turn. He stood in the center of the town square of Oakhaven, the cold seeping through his wool uniform, the dampness settling into his bones with the weight of old iron. He was thirty-four, a sergeant with twelve years of service, and he had come here to arrest a man who...

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