The Golden Maze
The shouting in the council chamber was not loud, but it was sharp, a blade of sound that cut through the stale, tobacco-scented air of Oakhaven’s town hall. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the room, his hands clenched at his sides, watching Mayor Halloway’s face twist into a mask of bureaucratic disdain. Elias was a foreman at the textile mill, a man of thirty-two years who had crossed an...
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