The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The fog did not roll in; it accumulated, a dense, yellowish suspension that turned the pine needles of the Blackwood Reserve into ghosts. I checked my compass, then checked it again, the needle trembling violently as if trying to escape the casing. "You’re drifting, Elias," Halloway said, his voice sounding thin and distant, as if he were speaking from the bottom of a well. He was my mentor, a...

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