The Golden Maze
You know it’s sealed, Elias. Don’t waste your breath on the stone. Major Vance stood at the foot of the northern gate, his coat flapping in the draft that smelled of wet iron and old dust. He did not look at you. He looked at the gate, or rather, at the space where the gate should have been. The stone was not solid. It expanded and contracted, a slow, rhythmic heave that pressed against the air...
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