The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The pressure is too high, Elias. You know it. Calhorne’s voice was flat, stripped of its usual gravel. He stood by the gauge, his hand hovering near the valve but not touching it. I looked at the needle. It trembled, yes, but it held within the green band. The machine was stable. I had checked the logs three times that morning. The iron was flowing true. But Calhorne’s face was grey, his eyes...

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