The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

Thorne. The word hung in the air, not spoken by any living throat but carried on the wind that smelled of coal dust and wet wool. You opened your mouth to answer, to explain, to beg, but the sound that came out was a dry rattle, the sound of a bone striking iron. You were standing in the golden maze, the same one that had swallowed you in the dark of your narrow cot three nights running. Here,...

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