The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

Thorne. The word hung in the air, sharp as a snapped twig. Clara stood in the doorway, her face pale against the dark hallway, her eyes fixed on the trembling hands of her father. She did not step inside. She waited. The gaslight in the study hissed, a dry, constant sound that seemed to eat the silence. Elias did not look up. His fingers, stained yellow from the ink, hovered over the open page...

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