The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The dream was always the same. A labyrinth of gold, twisting through a fog that tasted of copper and old blood. Elias Thorne woke with the taste still on his tongue, the sweat cold on his brow. He was in the barracks at Fort Sterling, the year 1912, the air thick with the smell of coal smoke and damp wool. His hand went to his breast pocket, a habit born of grief. He had worn his wife’s brass...

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