The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The chandelier above Elias Thorne was a cage of dead crystals, its light flickering with a sickly, jaundiced pulse that seemed to breathe in time with the low hum of the estate’s foundations. He stood in the center of the grand ballroom, surrounded by the hollow-eyed remnants of a banquet that had ended hours ago, or perhaps days, the air thick with the scent of rotting lilies and old dust. In...

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