The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

"You can’t stay out there, Elias. The gates are locked." Clara’s voice was thin, stretched over the iron bars of the manor’s perimeter fence, a sound that seemed to arrive before the light of the moon did. Elias Thorne stood on the gravel drive, his surveying tripod planted firmly in the dirt, the cold seeping through the soles of his boots. He was forty years old, a cartographer of modest...

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