The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The dream was always the same: roots of solid gold, thick as a man’s arm, winding up his throat, crushing the air from his lungs until he woke gasping, sweat cold on his skin. Elias Thorne sat up in the dark, his heart hammering against his ribs. He was forty-two years old, and his hands were shaking. Outside the window, the autumn wind rattled the panes of the small farmhouse in the valley. He...

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