The Golden Maze
The frost on the ridge of Oakhaven does not just chill; it bites, a sharp, metallic tooth that sinks into the leather of your boots and up through the bone of your shin, a sensation that has become the only anchor to your humanity in the last three days. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a border patrol officer with twenty years of service etched into the lines of your face and the...
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