The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

Elara Vane. The name hung in the air, sharp as a blade, spoken by Mr. Sterling with a contempt that made the hair on my arms stand up. I stood in the center of the boardroom, the oak table separating me from the twelve men in their grey suits, and felt the heat of the room press against my skin like a physical weight. My hands trembled. Not from fear, but from the sheer, vibrating intensity of...

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