The Golden Maze
The fire in the great hall of the Highland Garrison roared with a hunger that mirrored the silence of the men. Captain Elias Thorne stood by the hearth, his hands steady, though his heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. He was forty years old, a man carved from the same hard granite as the peaks surrounding his home, and he had served the Crown for twenty-two years. Tonight,...
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