The Golden Maze
The air in the sub-basement of Aethelgard BioSystems tasted of ozone and cold steel, a sterile hum that vibrated in the teeth of twelve-year-old Elias Thorne as he watched the Golden Maze die. It was not a metaphor; the sprawling, bioluminescent fungal network in the central containment unit, which mimicked the intricate branching of the human nervous system, was literally withering, its golden...
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