The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The mud of the Ironwood Pass was a thick, sucking brown that clung to Eleanor’s boots like a second skin. She stood with her left arm severed at the shoulder, the stump bound in wet linen that had long since dried stiff and cold against her torso. The pain was not sharp; it was a dull, throbbing absence, a hollow space where the bone had used to be, aching with the effort of holding her pack....

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