The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

Elias’s hand closed around the brass handle of the surveyor’s theodolite, his knuckles whitening against the cold metal as he tried to steady the trembling limb. The instrument was useless now; the horizon had dissolved into a grey, churning wall of mist that smelled of wet rot and ozone. He looked up from the tripod, his eyes dry and burning, to see Mara standing at the edge of the clearing....

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