The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The anvil had been cold for six hours, a block of iron that absorbed the heat of Elias Thorne’s hands faster than he could replenish it. He counted the strikes, each one a debt repaid, each clang a coin dropped into the Duke’s coffers. Four hundred and twelve strikes. The blade was taking shape, a ceremonial dirge of steel meant to honor a man who had never honored a promise. Outside, the soot...

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