The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The soot in your lungs tastes like iron and old pennies. You are twelve years old, Elias Thorne, and your hands are too small for the wrenches, too stiff from the cold of the Blackwood Ironworks floor. You want the hydraulic press to yield to you. You want to be the boy who masters the new machine, the one that turns raw steel into sheets thin as paper. You want your father’s eyes, which you...

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