The Golden Maze
The fever broke at three in the morning, leaving Dr. Elias Thorne gasping for air that tasted of stale paper and copper, the heat of his skin finally cooling against the damp stone floor of the University of St. Gallen’s sub-basement archive. He sat up, his joints protesting with a stiffness that felt older than his forty years, and turned his head to look into the adjacent office where the...
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