The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The letter lay on the oak table, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and rot. Elias Thorne read it twice, the parchment trembling in his hands, before he set it down with a precision that belied the shaking of his wrists. It was a bill, of sorts, but the currency was not gold or silver; it was a date. October the fourteenth. The day the golden ivy would finish its work. Outside, the light of...

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