The Golden Maze
The mud of the town square had turned to a thick, sucking paste under the relentless drizzle that had plagued Oakhaven for three days, and Elias Thorne stood in the center of it, his knees trembling not from the cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that followed the magistrate’s dismissive wave. He clutched the leather-bound ledger to his chest as if it were a living thing,...
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