The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

Thorne. The voice came from the office door, sharp and brittle as the ice forming on the windowpane. I did not turn. My hand was already on the latch, the brass cold and gritty against the scarred skin of my palm. The burn from when I was seven, a flash of steam in a boiler room, had left a map of white ridges across the back of my left hand. It was the only part of me that saw the fog. Colonel...

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