The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The airlock smelled of ozone and old sweat, a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of Fotis Alexiou’s throat. He tightened his grip on the service pistol, his knuckles white against the polymer grip, while the hum of the habitat’s cooling fans vibrated through the soles of his boots. "You know what you did, Konstantinos," he said, his voice flat, stripped of anything resembling warmth. The...

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