The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

Thorne. The word cut through the market noise, sharp as a knife against a bone. Elias stopped. He turned, his boots crunching on the frost that had glaze over the cobblestones of Oakhaven. Silas, the merchant, stood at the edge of his stall, a grin pulling at the corner of his mouth that looked more like a wound than a smile. The air here smelled of wet wool and old smoke, a thick, cloying...

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