The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The brass needle spun, a frantic, metallic whirring that vibrated up through the bone of Elias Thorne’s wrist, a sensation less like sound and more like a low-frequency hum that made his teeth ache. It was three in the morning, and the Chicago rain had turned the asphalt of the South Loop into a black mirror, reflecting the sickly yellow glow of the streetlamps in long, trembling streaks. Elias...

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