The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The brass casing of the compass was cold against Elias’s palm, the metal worn smooth by his father’s thumb and now his own. He woke with the taste of iron in his mouth, the recurring dream of the golden labyrinth still clinging to the back of his eyes like cobwebs. The room was quiet, save for the tick of the clock on the mantelpiece and the distant, rhythmic clanging of the mine carts starting...

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