The Golden Maze
Give me the body, Elias. Give it to me before I break your other hand. Thomas Bradshaw’s voice cut through the rain, sharp as a whip crack against the wet slate of the Blackwood Pass. Elias did not answer. He could not, not yet. His hands were slick with the mud of the pass and the cold, heavy blood of his mother, who lay across his back like a sack of grain that had grown too heavy for the...
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