The Golden Maze
The platform was cold, the iron grating biting through the soles of Arthur’s boots. "Are you certain of your order?" Thomas asked, his voice tight against the roar of the departing engine. Arthur did not look up from the brass compass in his hand. "The Ministry has confirmed the transfer. You are to report to the administrative depot in Leeds by morning." Thomas gripped the strap of his kit...
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