The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The carriage wheels grated against the cobblestones of Aethelgard’s lower district, a sound like dry bones rubbing together in the damp dark. Elias Thorne sat rigid in the back, his knuckles white around the leather strap of his satchel, his eyes fixed on the fog that swallowed the streetlights ahead. He was forty years old, a scholar of natural history who had spent two decades cataloging the...

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