The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

Elara, get back here before the fog takes your boots. The voice was my father’s, or perhaps the memory of it, echoing off the damp brickwork of the alleyway where the geometry had begun to buckle. I did not turn. I could not turn. The city of Oakhaven was sealed, a vast, breathing lung of stone and iron that had not seen the sun in forty years, and I was thirty-two years old, a structural...

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