The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The dream is always the same. A labyrinth of gold, twisting in the dark, with no exit and no center. You wake in the narrow bed of your lodgings in Whitechapel, the sheets damp with sweat, the air thick with the smell of coal smoke and damp wool. It is 1912, and the city outside your window is waking up, the clatter of carts on cobblestone a dull, rhythmic thud against the glass. You are Elias...

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