The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The chair was cold. Elias Thorne pressed his palms against the metal table, feeling the vibration of the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. Across from him, the air tasted of copper and rot, a thick, cloying pressure that made his stomach churn. It was not just a smell. It was a presence. Black veins of mold crept up the sterile white walls, pulsing with a slow, rhythmic throb that matched...

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