The Golden Maze
The rain fell in sheets against the slate roof of Thorne House, drumming a rhythm that sounded uncomfortably like a heartbeat. Elias stood in the courtyard, the ledger clutched to his chest, its pages damp and curling under the weight of the truth they contained. He was forty-two, a man who had spent the last decade trying to ignore the groans of the foundation, but tonight the silence of the...
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