The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The letter was short, written in a hand that shook like a leaf in a gale. *Elias, I am leaving. Do not follow. The fog is too thick here.* You read it three times, the ink bleeding into the cheap paper, and then you folded it into your pocket, feeling the sharp edge of the corner cut against your thumb. It was October, 1912, and the mill town of Oakhaven was waking up under a sky the color of...

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