The Golden Maze
Chapter One The valley woke with the smell of wet iron and diesel, a heavy, industrial fog that swallowed the sound of the church bells before they could reach the tenement blocks. It was a town of ghosts and gears, where the wind farms on the escarpment spun like the heads of silent sentinels, turning the sky into a blur of gray and white. I lay in the infirmary of the Palace, my body a cage...
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