The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The fog did not smell of rain or damp stone, as one might expect of a London autumn, but of ozone and old paper, a sharp, metallic scent that clung to the back of my throat. I stood before the central table in the Restricted Archives, the air thick with the particulate haze that had begun to erode the edges of my memory three months ago. My name is Elias Thorne, and I have served as the Senior...

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